he screamed, then I screamed, then we both screamed and pointed at each other. He laughed and stabbed my finger, through the middle. I cried and screamed jumping out the closet and stabbing his in what I thought was the man's side. He laughed even more, blood now pouring out. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could, holding my finger tightly while I gasped for air. He ran faster than me, catching up real quick. I screamed and ran into the pouring rain, crying in pain and knocking at every door I could, no one answered, there was blood on every door. I cried even more, starting to get tired and dizzy. I passed out on the ground, near a huge patch of woods. He saw. He looked.He picked me up. He tortured.