Chapter 11
As I walk home, I smile to myself. I just kissed the girl I liked. Not a lot of people get to experience that. I walk home briskly, not wanting to get cold after such a good night. I round the block and I see my house. I run towards it. As I slowly open the door and creep inside, I see the television on in the other room. That's good, it means my mom isn't up. I slowly make my way up the stairs, trying not to make a sound. As I get to my door, I open it and sink into my bed in relief. I slowly get ready to fall to sleep. As I drift off I think of Rose again. Again I wish I didn't.
I wake up chained to the wall again. Fear courses through me. I already know what it going to happen. I try to brace my self but it's no use. As the man walks in, he pulls three things from his pocket. A knife, a gun, and matches. He puts them on the table, slowly clinking the knife and the gun down. He keeps the matches. He slowly walks towards me smiling. He gets a remote and suddenly I'm looking up at the ceiling. He comes over and lights the match. He jus drops it. I scream as I feel the fire burning my skin. He doesn't stop there. Match after match he lights, placing one down after another. He stops only when he is out of them. Thank god he only brought 10. The throws the box away, and reaches for the knife. I try to scramble away, dreading what will happen next. He flicks the blade out and admires it for a second. Then, without warning he plunges it into my thigh. Blood goes every were. I can't hear my self think as I scream. I scream for mercy. I scream for him to stop. For all of it to stop. He twists it and pulls it out. Placing it on the table and going for the gun. He shows me the one bullet in it. I start to go numb. I feel the muzzle on my temple, and I hear a click. It then all goes black.
