i was fixing to let out an ear-splitting scream when i remembered my mom screaming he had enjoyed that i was NOT about to give him the satisfaction of me screaming and really if you got passed the awful breath, he wasn't all that scary sure his face was white,he had no eyelids,and he cut a smile into his face,but I'm a goth/emo freak so i liked that kind of stuff..... actually he was beautful in his own way i didnt care adout all that tho cuzz he had pulled a knife (16 in silver blade black handle(nice/respect) ) i was just about to pull mine ,but when i put my hand in my boot it wasn't there. Only one thought ran through my head this very moment OH MY GOD IM GONNA DIE ....... i still didnt scream,i wasnt going to,no way in hell was i going to give him the satisfaction..i thought angerly. instead i moved without realizing it much, and tackled him. sitting on his chest i pinned him down, man i was way to cloce. i was literally face with death.
