He grabbed me and threw me to the ground. I hit the ground hard, and a pair of legs stopped right above me, kicking the ground.
“Stop!” I screamed.
The person still stood over me with one foot on the ground.
“Stop!” I screamed again, louder. “Who are you? What are you doing to me?”
“Just shut up,” the person said.
The person picked me up. I’m a big girl, but I gave into the person lifting me.
The person threw me on the ground again, in front of the crowd of people.
“No! Stop! What are you doing? Get away from me,” I yelled at the person.
The person turned my face to the woman in front of me. I screamed in horror. The person looked at me, but in the end, I could see no tears in his eyes. The woman with long hair reached for me and took me in her arms. The person started running away.
“Don’t you move another inch,” the woman yelled to the person and I ran after the person that was running away. The person ran into a man who wore a black hood. The man wore a scar on his right face. His right eye was black and swollen.
“Kill him!” the voice frantically yelled at the person. The person stopped running, and both leered at me. I pressed myself up against the stick woman. The man threw a knife at the person.
The knife landed on the arm of the person. The person looked at the knife with eyes that did not feel the pain, and then cut deep into the skin of my arm.
“AHHH!” I yelled and pulled the person’s arm to the side.
I looked down at the wound. The person has cut my arm, so deeply that I could see a few pieces of my bone. Blood spurted out and the person made me stand next to the woman.
I looked up at the person. His eyes where white. He pulled the trigger, putting pieces of my body up into the air.
And then my eyes closed and everything went dark, just as the fire started.
I woke up in the middle of a smoke-filled room. The fire burned my leg and I felt the fire spit at my head. I was leaning against the wall, over a small fire. I looked to the woman and she was burning alive and the man from before was walking towards me.
“You’re supposed to be dead,” the man said, his voice hoarse. “Where am I?” he asked.
I was so scared, fear had a hold on me. The man bent down to look at the fire.
“Where are you!” He shouted, pulling off his jacket and tearing it off the line.
“I’m next to the fire!” I screamed.
The man turned around, his face filled with fear.
“What fire?”
“The fire!”
The man slowly rose up again, as if he was afraid something was chasing him.
“There is no fire,” he said and picked up the knife from the ground.
I looked at the knife. The knife was made of a brown, gray, black, and white material. It was over a foot long and very sharp. I looked at the man, who was holding the knife. The man did not look at me but at the woman again.
“You’re next,” he whispered and grabbed the woman, pulling her off the ground. “No! Stop,” the woman screamed. “Don’t make me look into that mad man’s eye,” the woman added.
The man pulled the woman towards him and continued to pull her away.
“ANSWER ME!” He yelled at her.
“No!”
Then the man pulled her down again and the woman was on the ground.
She started kicking the ground and screamed. The man scared the woman with fear again. The man turned around and placed his face right next to mine, his eyes in my face.
He pulled back his hand and I closed my eyes. I heard scraping and a gun went off. I opened my eyes and saw that the person had fallen.
“No! No! Stop! Don’t stop!” the woman was yelling at the person holding the woman on the ground. I looked at the man and the woman, who looked at the person. For a long time I couldn’t say anything, even close my eyes again. The man looked at me, and I looked at the man.
“Go ahead and kill me,” I whispered. “I almost killed you,” I added.
The man looked around and I looked at the woman.
“No. I almost killed her,” the man said.
The woman let out a deep breath and closed her eyes.
“Fasten the bomb to the other one,” the man whispered.
I looked at the other guy and he looked at the guy holding the woman.
I noticed both people carrying long, pointed knives, like me. I looked at the man again and saw that he had a long, brown stick. He looked at the bomb.
“This is not a bomb,” he whispered. “It’s a toy.” He pointed at the stick that he was holding.
“Do it,” the man said, clearly angry.
The man turned around and took the knife from the guy with the knife.
“You always manage to save yourself,” the man said.
The man turned around and walked over to the guy.
“Hey!” I yelled at the guy. I hoped that he sees that the guy who was holding the woman was holding the knife wrong but he didn’t look at me.
“Why are we here?” I asked the man, fighting to move my mouth. “Where am I?”
“It’s too late to ask questions,” he said and placed the knife against the other guy’s back.
The man turned around, his eyes red. I could see the sun blazing in his eyes. Traffic noise echoed in the room, and I recognized the sound as a car racing by outside. But this didn’t make sense. How could I hear traffic through a single-paned window? I looked around the room and could see that I was on the ground in the middle of a room. I looked at the man again, ready to have my question answered.
“A ladder?!” I screamed and looked at the window. The window was closed, so I looked at the ceiling, which was a light gray color. I noticed a framed picture on the wall and headed towards it.
“Hey! Don’t touch it!” a voice screamed.
I turned around and saw the man bending over me.
“Why not?” I asked, pulled one step back. “It’s just a picture.”
“Don’t mess with it,” he warned me. “Just stay put. The helicopter will come soon, we’ll go back in time.”
“What helicopter?”
“The one that will get us out of here,” he said and walked away.
I turned around again and saw nothing but the floor.
“What are these?” I yelled.
“The lights.” The woman voice was raised. “Are you blind? It’s a hallway.”
“Hey! It’s just a hallway,” I yelled.
But the man went out of the doorway he had been holding the woman from running into and when I looked at the doorway, it was dark. I looked at the man and saw his head look towards the hallway. He stared at the hallway for a long time. I was confused and stepped to the other side of the doorway to see the hallway. I looked in the hallway and saw that steps went down the hallway.
