her. I felt the icy blade dig into my neck once more, tracing designs into my skin, my skin on fire and raw with pain. “Get off,” I tried to scream, but I couldn’t breathe through all the blood. As the blade dug into my neck once more, deeper than all of the other times, I was filled with adrenaline. I acted on impulse, jerking my arm free from the arms around my shoulders. I grabbed the knife from his hand, ignoring the blade as it dug into my broken, numb fingers. I stabbed the person holding me down from behind, digging it into his shoulders and dragging it toward me. He let go.
