Help

I turned around to view myself in the mirror, my wet hair clinging to my face. My curls dripping with water, the black went with it revealing my once again dark maroon hair. I stared into the mirror for a second thinking about what it would be like to not be myself, I pondered the thought for a second then thought nothing of it.

Slowly I dressed myself savoring the silence, I normally never hear anything but my siblings fighting over some toy they thought was theirs. Suddenly I heard the door knob move, jerk a little, I immediately assumed it was my little brother just trying to get in.
I stepped back so the door wouldn't hit me when he came in, but instead of him a man about 5'10 came in holding a knife. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't I froze my hair still wet from my shower I had on my night gown. He had found me where I couldn't be helped, but more importantly where I couldn't defend myself. He didn't say anything all he did was place the knife to my back and pushed me out. I wanted to scream out for help but the words had escaped from my grasp. Slowly he had me walk down the stairs of my home, frightened
I turned to get off of the stairs.
To see my family sitting in chairs, their mouths duct taped, ankles, wrists, and torso's tied to the chairs, I looked into my mothers eyes and saw pure terror grip her soul. My father had that same look in his eyes but then there was a look that said it was going to be okay. My brother and sister cried, tears streaming down their faces as they tried to reach for our parents. He allowed me to see them for a minute then pushed me towards the door. I walked slowly looking back for them wanted him to stop, fear clutching my heart. I let one tear fall from my eye and run down my check and then fall to the ground.