I hardly remember anything. Just pain, and blood. Tears were running down my face. I couldn't even scream for help. I laid in the back of the car. Moving was not something I'd be doing anytime soon. I felt us stop. One of many time, but this time was different.

Trees and houses surrounded us. It took us two days to get there. It was the 26th at this point. I tried to keep track of days, I tried to think of my family, the ones I loved, my baby girl back at home. Part of me wanted them to think I was dead so that they'd never see me this way. So they'd never see me so broken.

I heard the door open. Scared I pretended to still be knocked out. I could feel him lift my practically dead body and carry me into the house. The house was so cold. Maybe it was just cold to me cause I was still covered in my own blood. You think he's at least wash me off, but I think he liked me in this condition.

I could feel my body being thrown on a bed. It was so soft. Sleep was truly taking over my body, or was that pain. "Wake up baby girl," he said in a cold voice, "we're home."

Fear filled me. I didn't want to open my eyes. I knew what would happen if I did, but when I felt him climb on top of me, I knew it didn't matter. He was sick. Hurting me brought him pleasure. "I know you're awake," he whispered in my ear. I opened my eyes ready to cry, and when I did I saw a big man with a white mask on. I closed my eyes and opened them again, he was gone.

I was starting to see things. It was the hope that filled my body that was starting to see things. I started crying. "Shhhh, baby girl, I'll take care of you." I could feel his sick smile on my ear and the pressure down below. It hurt and I started crying more. That's when he slammed harder and I started screaming stop. I could feel him hit me over and over till I passed out, again.

There was a little white house with a white picket fence and blue shutters. It was our dream house. I could see Angel, holding Emily. I was in a white sun dress, I was beautiful. I started walking towards them, and as I got closer the image changed. I screamed for them. The house turned into a black old haunted house. I looked at it and in the window I saw a man in a white mask.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, "Welcome home." It was sick and twisted. I was so close from being home again.

"Where are we." I thought I said it in my head, but I said it out loud.

"This is where you will be spending your final days." He said evilly. "and that man in the window," he pointed and I looked up, "he'll be the one blamed for your death."

I woke up. He was gone. I was bloody. I tried to move. I couldn't. I tried to scream. I couldn't. I looked around the best I could the room was nice and there was a connecting bathroom I could see but the hall looked horrible. I tried to get out of the bed and fell. When I looked up I saw a huge black boot, afraid of what he'd do to me I said "I only want to shower." but when I went to look at him, it wasn't him.

It was the man in the mask. He had a knife. I thought it was over..