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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.

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