He knelt down before me and looked at me for a long moment. With me there was my mother and someone who was my sister, but she did not look like my real sis. I was a little uncomfortable but wanting to be polite i nodded. I was about to cut my left wrist when someone came up behind me and grabbed my hand stopping me. I shrieked and pulled away trying to slash the knife as I went. he asked me. I sighed in defeat, not even caring what he thought. It was a man and his voice froze me. I wanted to die, but quickly, not beaten to death at his leasure. “Will you be good now”? I discarded the throat slash figuring I would be unable to finnish due to shock and blood loss and I wanted an end I could be sure of. He could not make me settle down and accept him so he pushed me into this cupboard under the bed and held me down saying “Stop fighting.
