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.