I run terrified he’ll catch up. My breathing heavy and hoarse. My legs almost giving out. “ I’ll make it less painful if you give up! “ he sneers his friends laughing in the distance. The sun is setting and I don’t think Liam’s giving up anytime soon. “ Liam please! I swear I didn’t do it! “ I scream as I come to a tree. The knife in his hand glints as the sun is almost down. His eyes are cruel and cold as he comes closer. “ Your lying! “ he hisses lunging at me. I yelp as he hits my arm. The warm blood runs down my muddy arms. “ Liam you know I wouldn’t do it on purpose! “ I sob too tired to run. I remember the day. His mom and sister were going to get him and I was driving to get groceries . I had a bad day and was mad so when they pulled out and I didn’t see them…I didn’t mean to hit them. He knows that. “ You took the people I love! “ he yelled his face flashing with pain as he grips his knife harder. I am trembling and hurt and don’t have much fight left.

I smell the metallic smell coming off of my arm that is covered in blood and pain. I don’t have time to react as he charges at me I turn and try to run but he tackles me to the ground. I start screaming and yelling, but we are in the middle of nowhere. “ Violet! You fighting won’t make it easier! “ he sneers. He gets his knee on my wrist and his other knee hits me in the chest knocking the wind from my lungs. I know I’m a goner. My eyes blur and I’m trying to not cry. He places the knife to my forehead and says “ having fun?“ his smile barely contained. “ I’m sorry “ I cry. He smiles and gets close to face and whispers “ a sorry won’t cut it “. “ Where shall we begin? “ he says excitedly. I hear the sirens and his face begins to show panic. I follow his eyes to my arm he laughs and I begin to scream but he knees me again. I feel the pain in my arm as he carves murderer in it. I hear the sirens, the police, the doctors. I wake up with a strangled cry. I guess a month ago is still burned into my brain. I can’t forget it. Luckily Liam’s somewhere else. I remember the roses at his mom and sisters funeral the thorns. I get up and look at my arm. It isn’t healed fully but not still bleeding. The doctors said he cut deep enough to leave a permanent scar. I will have murderer on my arm forever. He’ll never let me forget. I hear a knock at my door and go to answer it. Though I wonder who’d knock at this hour? I open the door and there is Liam with roses and the knife…