He pinned me against the tree. These hollow woods made this scenery more dark and twisted. I'd stare at him. I feared him, but didn't.
"You shouldn't have come here," He said, his knife at the tip of my chin.
"And why shouldn't I have?" I ask.
He'd put the knife up to my neck, putting the slightest pressure against. This twisted sicko stood in front of me. He may or may not be stronger, but I took a risk. I quickly grabbed both of his arms, pushing him away. Just a bit though. But it was far enough for me to quickly run. So I shot for it. I ran away as fast as I could.
His foot steps followed behind me. I may or may not die today. But it didn't matter right now. I ran and ran until I tripped. My face was in the ground. I slowly look up, but as I do so, my head just goes right back down.
He had me again... His knee was on my back. I was down and couldn't get up. Tears just fell down my face. I felt my hair being pulled away from my neck, to the side of my head. I just clench my fists crying.
"Aw... Don't cry... This will all be over soon... But it won't be quick." He said.
He was a crazy psycho path that had me to the ground. I felt his cold knife gently go down my neck, all the way to my back. The knife stopped where my heart was. I shook.
"P-please... D-don't..." I beg.
He didn't seem to care for a second. But something quickly changed. He got off of me. All the pressure went away. I turn over crying. Strands of my black hair were in my face. He stared at me.
~To Be Continued~