~I flung my bag to the ground and sped up. I looked behind me and saw the source of my fear. He was tall, skinny, and clean-shaven; usually attractive to me but he had a knife. It was long and sharp. I turned my face forward again and saw an incline. The land was sloping at an intense level. I reached the bottom and tried to ascend; I couldn’t. The leaves slipped under my feet and I fell onto my chest I slid down and he was right there. I looked at him; he gave me a soft look and held out a hand. I just looked at it; I didnâ€™t make any responsive actions. I moved a few inches back from him and scrambled to my feet. I paused and looked directly into his eyes. Something glinted in them, something that made me hold his gaze for longer. I couldnâ€™t break it, his eyes were entrancing. He reached for me, I didnâ€™t move. He secured me by my waist with one hand and in the other he raised the knife. He held it at his shoulder and leaned in. his lips were centimeters from my ear. “You’re beautiful.” the words escaped from his mouth and he placed the knife to my throat and slid it to the left. I felt warmth on my neck and placed my hand over it. He leaned back and touched the point of his knife to my chest. “I love you.” and he pushed it into my flesh. I collapsed onto the leaves. Everything slipped away from me. Why?