Chapter 14
A hand closed around her wrist. Dorothy jumped. "Let go!" she shouted and tried to get her hand loose from the girl's grip. "Give it back," the girl said and smiled. She looked playfully at the knife. She was playing, Dorothy realized. Playing cat and mouse. "Let go of me!" You could hear the fear in her voice. Why couldn't she just give the girl the eye and leave? But somehow it seemed important that she didn't. That girl should not have that eye.
"If you won't give it to me, I'll have to take it." The girl licked her lips and laughed. "No," Dorothy whispered. "You can't." But she could… No way of stopping her. She should run, she knew she should, but she couldn't make her feet move. It was like they were glued to the ground. She was going to die. But then, as it often does, something happened. The girl, who had been walking a little back and forth enjoying Dorothy's reaction, tripped. A loose brick.
Dorothy saw her falling towards the ground, waving her hands fanatically. Dorothy kind of knew what would happen, wanted to look away but couldn't. The hand with the knife reached towards the ground, trying to take off for the fall, and… The knife sunk in with a sickly soft sound. The girl looked up, a surprised look on her face. She opened her mouth, but no sound left her. Something thick and pitch black spread out on the ground beneath her.
Slowly Dorothy backed away, before she turned and ran.