I can just imagine the taunting sneer on the face of the
Scream Mask. I can imagine the blind terror as my current reality steps in. The
disguised voice gives me chills, just thinking about it. I imagine the searing
pain as his unforgiving blade drew across my pale skin. I could feel the heat
of the warm blood as it escaped from inside.
The rush of adrenaline invites me to the fight or flight
state: Do I let my barely begun life end
or do I fight back? Letting the adrenaline take me, I decide to fight back. With
the odds stacked against me, I fight with every last ounce of my being. My life
will not end because of this sinister being. He shifts his weight and pins me
beneath him. He raises his arms against me, as if to seal my fate. In a last
attempt for freedom, my arms break free. I am weak and know my blood surrounds
me; the end is quickly coming. My arms catch his, the knife inching towards me
with every passing second.
The knife flies from his hands. Distracted, I push him from
me. I manage to race to the knife. Covering my wound with my hand, my other
hand grips the knife. He laughs at my feeble attempts to gain power. He nears
me; I attack him with as much fury as I can possibly summon. I plunge the knife
as far as it would go. The blade meets and punctures his beating heart. He falls
before me. I unmask him and reveal his identity.
I just killed my ex- boyfriend.
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