My feet felt like they were on fire as I raced down the hallway. They were wet with blood because the tiles had sharp edges that sliced into my flesh like daggers. Tears were streaming down my face. Why did dad always have to be late coming home? He'd told me that his job wouldn't interfere with my school schedule, but he never had time to be involved in any way with anything that I did. No, I couldn't start blaming him for this. If it was anyone's fault, it was mine. I should have been more careful.
My pursuer caught up with me after what seemed like and eternity. I felt something hard and metal hit me on the back of my head, then all I felt was cool, welcoming blackness.
When I came to, I was being strapped into an operating table. I tried to scream, but somebody had placed duct tape over my mouth. A nurse leaned over me and told me that it would all be over with soon. Why were they doing this to me? Was it because I had seen too much? Was I going to end up like the girl in the corner? I struggled feebly, but I was strapped in tightly. A man wearing an operating mask selected a tool from the tray beside the table. He opened up a flap in my hospital gown. The nurse took out a sharpie and drew a dotted line down my abdomen. I let out a scream as the knife cut into my skin, but it was muffled by the duct tape. I felt blood pouring out of the wound. The man wearing the mask didn't do anything about it, he just kept cutting.
I screamed again, louder. It still didn't help. Pain was searing through me like a wildfire now. I struggled again, but I knew that my attempts were all in vain. Tears streamed down my face like little waterfalls. Why me? Why did it have to be me? Just then, I heard something that made my weak heart soar with joy. Somebody was banging on the door at the other end of the hall. The doctor told the nurse to take care of it and she hurried down the hall. A few moments later, I heard a gasp coming from down the hall. And footsteps echoing on the walls.
"Clear!......Clear!" I heard someone yelling in the hallway. I heard the sound of doors being kicked open and someone saying "clear!" over and over again. What happened next was a blur of tears and joy and relief. I saw two men in swat team uniforms and a man holding out a pistol, ready to fire. They kicked the door open. It was then that I notice that they'd been checking the rooms for hostages. I didn't know what had happened to the others. They'd probably been killed off while I was knocked out.
None of them mattered right now. They'd just been lost souls, rotting away in this terrible place. I was sobbing with joy by now. I can't tell you how happy I was to see those men. The two in swat team uniforms aimed their sniper rifles at the man who had been cutting my skin. The one carrying the pistol lowered the gun and unstrapped me. I threw my arms around his neck and he picked me up. I passed out right there.