I opened my eyes. I saw him standing in front of my looking at me. I felt like I was swelling. I felt like I had just landed on 50 knifes. I looked at my arms. They were full of blood. Blood was everywhere. I looked down and on my chest was a upsidown cross. It meant anti- Christ. Was he sacrificing? I freaked out because eveything on me was soaking in blood. I swallowed hard and said " Why..." He said "You deserved it" I didn't understand. I had no clue what I did. I started crying. I busted out in tears. I started praying. I didn't know what to do. He said " Why are you crying?" I said " I'm scared. I don't want to die today. I am only 13 people don't care about me. They won't be looking for me..." He said " You were on the news but if I kill you and get the evidence out nobody will know it's me." I said " I'm gonna die today aren't i.." He said " Hell no... I gotta have some fun with you first." He have me a grin like I've never seen. It was filled with pure evil.
