Don'T Scream

He said he’d kill me, if I screamed. All I wanted, was for him to leave. Just two hours earlier, he broke down our door. My life had been perfect, just before. I had always been popular, had lots of friends. And that for sure, was about to end. He left my eyes open, but tied up my hands. I could already tell, I did not like this man. I sat on the couch, trying to stay calm. As I sat there in silence, he brought in my mom. He put her right in front of me, and pulled up a chair. Shoved her into it, and pulled back on her hair. I sat there shaking, trying not to scream. He then slit her throat, right in front of me. I sat there for hours, crying inside. And just stared at the chair, where my mother just died. I was not only mourning, I was building up hate. Hate for this man, who would soon meet his fate. I was untying my hands, while sitting there. I had to be subtle, so he would not be aware. I waited for him, to turn his back. So I would have, a chance to attack. Then he started to look, through the fridge. I lunged for his knife, which had a sharp edge. As I got to his knife, the man did not linger. He spun around quickly, and I cut off his finger. He dropped to the floor, screaming in pain. Then begged me to leave him, but I had much more to gain. I made him get up, and move to the chair. He sat down crying, and I pulled back on his hair. He screamed as the knife, tore through his flesh. That was all I needed, nothing more nothing less.