"Peter! Peter, please!"

My voice was hoarse from screaming but I didn't let that stop me from trying.

I could taste blood in my mouth and the shooting pain in my shoulder hadn't gone away yet. My heart was racing so hard I thought it was going to pop out of my chest. I tried to fight the man above me but he was easily twice my size and with one good arm my chances of winning were close to none but I had to try.

Was I going to make it? Had I made the wrong choice coming back? I could feel his large hand wrap around my throat and I fought harder, begging him. He just laughed. "No one's coming."

I glanced over to my door and saw it was still closed tight. Tears escaped my eyes as I struggled for breath. Maybe he wasn't home? Maybe he was out saving someone else? I couldn't be mad at him for that. I didn't regret meeting him or getting swallowed up in his crazy world.

I just wish I would have had a chance to say goodbye…