I sat there,
Helpless
I heard my blood drip onto the hallways floor, It hurt,
Painful
I tried, tried to put pressure onto my wound, the bleeding never stopped,
I took my shaking, bloody hand of my neck and slammed it on the locked door,
Trapped
I took another try at breaking the glass, my arms were too weak,
'I wont give up, I made it through six nights, I wont die in this cursed place!'
I could hear their faint screams, the footsteps in the vents and the dripping.
I was expecting the sounds to quieten down, that's what happens when you finally die, right?
Faithless
No, the only sound that stopped was the screaming. I felt no relief though, as they were replaced with an even more disturbing sound.
Footsteps. Louder... Louder.
This hallway, it was dark. The blackness seemed to be only meters away, I saw nothing. My blurry vision didn't help and neither did the bleeding, deadly scratch made by that demon fox. I was lucky, so very lucky to escape. I shouldn't have ran, he wouldn't get me anyway. It was 6AM after all.
Footsteps.
It seemed that every sound had been silenced. Every sound but those dreaded footsteps, the dripping also continued.
At this point I craved death. The pain in my neck was causing my entire body to weaken more.
Demoralized
I looked up, and no longer saw just darkness through my blurred vision, I saw a silhouette of a man in purple.
I knew I was dead, but part of me still wanted to live.
In my mind I wanted to scream for help, however all I was capable of choking out was a muffled,
"L...et m..e...liv...e,"
Inspirited
The figure got closer.
At first I flinched in fear, which made my wound feel like someone had just forcefully pushed a glass shard into it.
I thought that the figure was that rabbit, it as it got closer I could make out it's eyes. Black with white pupils. Nothing new.
It was right above me. The thing knelt down and grinned wildly with sharp teeth. I felt a sharp object gently being placed where my slowly beating heart was. I knew what he was going to do, but for a second he looked at my face and withdrew.
His face turned emotionless.
Instead of my heart he quickly slashed my arm, creating enough extra pain to make me pass out.
He couldn't murder me.

The last thing I was able to hear was my body go limp and fall into the arms of this stranger.
Saved