Unknown Hybrid

I may've finally lost my mind

'Breath' I tell myself 'breath' I remember when I was younger I was prone to really bad anxiety attacks, but it had cooled down a bit as I got older. Now I was beginning to feel the familiar panic of an anxiety attack coming on. "S-sorry...there's j-just so many c-choices how could I p-possibly choose one?"
"Oh buttercup I know it's hard to choose but might I suggest hanging it's always fun for me to set up," his smile only grows more maniacal as he tells me this.
I want to cry but I hold back the tears and say, "s-sorry but I'm allergic to h-hanging... anything else?"
He chuckled, "no ones allergic to hanging buttercup... but if that's not how you want to die then how about a stabbing"
"U-ummm no thank you I don't think I want anything." I squirm now try to get away again this time sadly it isn't so unnoticeable.
"Now buttercup your not allowed to leave until YOUR DEAD!!!" Harley yells at me reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small knife.
I squirm more my voice lost somewhere in my throat. He raised his knife in his left hand forcefully holding me in place with his right. I fought hard trying to free myself but it was no use he had to of had the grip of an iron clamp no matter how hard I struggled his grip just got tighter. At this point it felt like my shoulder blade was being crushed. He suddenly brought the knife down fast purely out of reaction I move my hands in front of the knife. I felt a sudden sharp pain go through my right hand slightly cut my left. I screamed in agony, suddenly the entire building began to shake. He yelled something in an unknown language and dug the knife further into my hand. I could feel blood pouring down my arm and dripping off my hand. The pain was almost unbearable the entire building shook harder and my head began to buzz. Then suddenly it was dark. The man was gone though I could still feel the knife in my hand. I was suddenly laying in the grass in the middle of the forest wherever I was it had to be the middle of the night it was so dark. I slowly moved my left hand grimacing in pain I reached the hilt of the knife in my right hand. I grabbed hold of it nearly yelping as a new wave of pain hit. I bit down on my tongue as I pulled out the knife to keep from screaming again. I could taste blood in my mouth as soon as the knife was out I dropped it somewhere to my side and cradled my right hand to my chest silently crying to myself. I reached with my left hand and carefully took off my backpack that I hadn't gotten the chance to take off. Pulling out one of the spare long sleeve shirts I had in it. I put one end of the left sleeve in my mouth and gripped the other side with my left hand and ripped the sleeve off. I put the rest of the shirt in my bag laying the sleeve on my leg and reached into the bag again this time pulling out the last recyclable water bottle from it. I fumbled with it for a minute before finally getting it open then I stretched out my right arm and poored water over my hand trying to clean it some it hurt so bad. I drank the rest of the water after that bad put the bottle back in the bag. I took the sleeve off my leg and began rapping my hand clenching my teeth so I didn't yelp again. After that I relaxed on the ground for a minute. I finally began to relax, but as I started to fall asleep I heard a Howell from somewhere nearby.