The mirror was smashed. The windows were stained. It was dark, like I was in the pits of a lonely planet. He was creeping towards me. I was unaware he was there. Until I felt a cold object move up my bare back. He was behind me...
Moving closer and closer I felt a feeling of uncertainty in my heart. Suddenly, a sharp pain slash my back. A cold scream left my mouth. It echoed in the empty, abandoned house.
"No body will hear you." His voice was full of hate and retreated all around the room. Another sharp pain penetrated my legs. I fell to the floor and my eyes started to close. The last thing I saw was the man holding the knife move closer and closer. Then it went black...
I awoke tied up in a chair. I looked up. I was in the same room. But where was he? I couldn't see him. I couldn't hear him. I couldn't feel him. Each breath I took felt like a million. Frantically looking around the room I struggled to remove myself from the rope. Looking down I realised that my leg had a huge cut in it. And my arm were covered in blood and slashes.
(Ok, ok, ok. I know what your thinking. What? Why? That's what I'm about to do. See this is my life before I met the man of my dreams. It was a dark, isolated place that no matter how hard I tried I would never have left).
HEY GUYS!!! THANKS FIR READING THIS CHAPTER. XOXO
