Not all Roses are Red

"He was wearing black sweat pants, a black hoodie with the hood up so you couldn't see his face, black sneakers, and black gloves. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a blade. I panicked. I bolted down the alley. I turned around and saw that he was within touching distance. 'HELP!!! PLEASE!!! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!!!! HELP!!' He dragged me by my arm all the way back to the end of the alley where I had begun to walk. He threw me against the wall. My vision became blurry, my head hurt really bad, and I smelled blood. He raised his blade up in the air, ready to cut me up. 'STOP!' Some yelled. I didn't hear or see anything else. I blacked out."