I ran. I sprinted, a flame ignited in my lungs. I heard his strides behind me, I felt the dirt from his uniform flying on to my back. The woods enclosed me in a maze of trees, and when I glanced behind me, he had vanished. Fear rippled through my blood, my heart like a stampede in my chest as I slowly backed up, frantically looking around.
"Looking for me?" His deep, coarse voice scratched the inside of my brain familiarly.
I whipped my head around, and drew my dagger from my jacket.
"Oh stupid girl," he sneered, quickly reacting, grabbing my shoulders harshly and slamming me against the nearest tree. I winced slightly as I felt a searing pain spread in my back. I put my blade to his neck despite it.
"I've already killed them all. You're the only one left," he taunted, a smirk pulling at his mouth,
"You have nothing left to live for," my dagger faltered slightly,
"Let me make this clear Atlanta, you do not deserve to be loved. No one, no one will ever love you. No one..."
his face was inches away from mine, and I could smell the fire on him. His mouth traveled to my ear as he whispered,
"No one except me."