Of course he would be waiting at the front door! Where else would he expect me to run to? That damn bastard...

Blindly, I swung the knife and slammed the door in his face as he screamed in pain. I don't know where I stabbed him, but now I don't care. I needed to leave NOW.

I locked the door and ran in the opposite direction, hurrying past the dining room, the kitchen, and I burst through the back door. Stupid me, right? Fairly dense woods were my parents' backyard, and a deep lake occupied the middle of it.

But it was the only way I could go! It was too late to go back now. Hopefully, the murderer wouldn't chase me through the woods or at least get lost in them so I could escape. Fat chance, but it was the only plan my frantic mind could come up with.

After several minutes of running past branches whose leaves snag and thorns that murder, I had to stop. These damn heels were killing me and I was afraid that I would break my ankle. Besides, I don't think that freak was chasing me at all! A backwards glance confirmed that.

I leaned on a tree and pulled my heels off while I caught my breath. A good several minutes passed before I heard footsteps crushing leaves and twigs on the ground. I froze like a deer caught in headlights and quietly dropped my boots, ready to book it the minute I see a white, grinning face, or a shiny blade covered in blood.

The footsteps stopped really close to the tree I was standing next to and I held my breath. Up ahead, I could see the lake giving off the moon's reflection on its dark waters.

I did not want to fall into that lake. Its notorious depth held many neighborhood legends and secrets, as I recalled from my childhood.

I would have to run around in a big circle and try to outmaneuver him in hopes of not getting killed.

Just as I moved to sprint in another direction, a hand seized my left arm in an iron grip and nearly tore my whole arm from its socket. I screamed and clobbered him with my free arm, struggling to loosen myself free.

No luck. He kept his grip on me as I beat his pure white face, over and over.

"You fucking BITCH!" he yelled, clearly pissed at me. Blood soaked his white hoodie and I vaguely wondered where the Hell the knife was that I stabbed him with earlier. He threw me against the tree I hid behind just a few seconds ago.

"Oh!" I gasped.

Aaahhh... fuck...

I looked down, eyes wide at the meat cleaver in my stomach, just below my diaphragm. Well... I guess the question of the knife is solved now. I looked back up at the sick psycho bastard, grinning at me like a fucking moron.

He shoved the blade deeper inside and I grunted in pain. He twisted it the side and ripped it out, blood gushing after it.

"AAHH! You fucking asshole! Oh my god!" I screamed in his face. "I hope you burn in Hell!" And I shoved him to the ground with the little strength I had left. I clutched at my wound and made a run for it.

I was still on my adrenaline rush, which was the only thing keeping me alive and going. I continued my trek deeper into the woods and toward the lake. Even though adrenaline was coursing through my system, I felt weaker and dizzier than I had ever before and the blood running through my fingers explained that.

I found myself stumbling over roots and ferns.

If I ever survived this, I seethed, I was going to make him pay. Pay for murdering my family, pay for stabbing me, and pay for just EXISTING. I'm going to make him regret ever stepping foot onto my street, or even being born. I'm going to-

Oof!

Someone tackled me from behind with the full force of a linebacker! We both fell hard, and I could just feel my insides wanting to gush out of my abdomen. He just wouldn't give up, would he?!

I rolled over and saw him raise an arm, ready to plunge his knife into my chest or something. With a bloody hand, I gripped his arm and stopped him.

"No!" I screamed.

"Why won't you just fucking DIE already?" He yelled.

He managed to stab me on the chest, dangerously close to my heart, and I coughed up blood. This is it, I thought. This is the end. My short time on Earth was going to be finished off by an escaped mental patient in the woods behind my parents' house.

What a shitty way to die.

But, just as he pulled the blade out of my chest, he grinned at me again and I felt my body being hoisted up and thrown over his shoulder.

Now, what the Hell was this idiot going to do to me?

He wasn't carrying me back the the house, I realized woozily. The blood dripped onto my face and the loss and pain so far left me weak and helpless. I kind of wondered how I was still alive.

The adrenaline was receding and I couldn't fight back. I couldn't move.

I just accepted my defeat there and then.

But...

Wait...

Was he throwing me into the lake?

Oh god...

I squirmed a little in panick. I didn't want to drown to my death! I hoped he gave me a pity stab to end it all. All this searing, throbbing pain...

"Oohhh..." I moaned. "Please. Just spare me already."

"Don't worry." He responded, "Judging by the steep incline, I think you'll be just fine." And with a mighty grunt, he threw me and I was airborne for a few seconds. My hair was flying in my face as I twisted and turned, trying to land on my feet. But I was no gymnast...

I landed on my back, rocks and gravel stabbing me, waking me up from my hazy stupor instantaneously. I realized what the killer meant when he said "steep incline." I rolled and rolled down the rocky hill towards the dark waters of the lake.

The world was a blur as I rolled, numbly feeling the pain of each stone penetrating my skin. I screamed all the way down my descent, and I suddenly felt a sharp, intense pain on my neck.

Everything went black before I even hit the waters.