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We crawled back through the window into the cold , dark streets not a sound could be heard. Jeff get back here! He was walking in the opposite direction to the next house. He ran behind him and placed my hand onto his shoulder. He turned and swiped his knife into my arm. I fell backwards in shock . I stared up at Jeff who had completely lost it. His smile was wide and his eyes were dark. He turned once again and left me clutching my arm in pain.

I pulled a bandage out of my pocked and wrapped it around my arm before placing the remaining bandage back into my pocket . I looked left and right but Jeff was gone. I used the lamppost to pull myself up before I started to search for him. Every time I past a window I stared through but saw no movement at all. He couldn't have gotten far. I stood still and listened to my surroundings but nothing could be heard.

Jeff....were are you? Yet again I had no reply. Were the hell is he ....I was expecting to hear someone scream but there wasn't . Something glistened in the moon light. What's that.... I made my way over . Oh it's jeffs.......knife he would never leave that . Something strange is going - my vision was blacked out. A bag was placed onto my head and an injection was stuck into my arm. My body was becoming limp . I fell forwards onto the concrete and banged my chin. I tried to crawl forwards but was pinned by a foot.

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