Kaitlin Taylor's POV
I checked my cell phone. 4:24pm. I grabbed my backpack and left school. If I hadn't had to make up that stupid test, I would have been home an hour ago, I thought to myself. Luckily I only lived about a half a mile away from school. I started to make my way up the road to her house. As I thought about my home, I grinned excitedly. It was my birthday. We were going to go out to eat and my mom had made a chocolate cake- my favorite kind. It was really quiet outside. I started to walk up my driveway. There was only one light on in the house. I shrugged. It was the kitchen light. Maybe Jason was doing his homework. I also saw the TV flashing through the window. I assumed it was my dad, watching TV. I pulled out my key. I put down my backpack behind me on the big porch. I unlocked the door and as I opened it, someone brushed by me, jabbing me in the stomach with something hard and sharp. A shooting pain went up through my whole body. I gasped for air. As I fought to stay standing, the person punched me hard, first in the arm, but then in the face. I fell down the front steps and onto the lawn. I saw blood on the steps and all over myself. I saw a figure running away with a knife as my vision became blurry. I stared at the person's feet as he ran. I tried to stand, but couldn't. The pain was agonizing. I gasped for air, and blood was all I could smell and taste. Slowly everything became dark. Then it all went black.
Some time had passed. I didn't know how much. At first I had thought I was dead. But then it occurred to me that she wasn't, but could be close. I knew I had to put pressure on the bleeding. I slowly tried to stand up again. What had happened? I was scared and confused. I have to call 911, I thought. I reached for my phone, but could not find it. I stumbled across the lawn and onto the sidewalk and waved my hands as much as I was able. Maybe a car will see me, I wondered to myself. It was already a little bit dark. Then, a set of bright lights came. They burned my eyes because they were so bright. That, and the pain from my stomach wounds were unbearable. "Help," I barely croaked out. A woman, with dark hair, climbed out of the SUV that had pulled up onto the curb. She was alone. I stumbled, trying to get closer to her and fell to the ground again. The woman rushed over to me. "Oh my god," she said quietly, putting her hand to her mouth, "Can you hear me? Honey, stay with me, you're gonna be okay," the woman told me as she pulled out her phone. She dialed 911. "I need an ambulance. 42…Maple road…yes…she's still conscious, well barely…yes a lot of blood…hurry!" She was talking into the phone. I could barely hear anything. My vision and hearing was getting blurry, very fuzzy. "Stay with me, honey. You're gonna be okay." She continued to talk, reassuring me, but I couldn't really understand. The pain was so intense that that was all I could focus on.