I spied a hallway out of the corner of my eye. Before I could make my way to it, I felt the knife dig into my leg, twisting its way up my thigh. I turned around, screaming as it tore through my muscles and nerves. I reached for the knife, feeling it tear me apart, and I just knew that I was dead. I fell to the ground, accepting defeat. It was over and I was going to die. He had won. He flipped me over, his glasses sliding off of his nose, his sweat dripping onto my face. He stared into my eyes with nothing but hatred.
