The house is a mess
Ripped rug
Flipped over chairs and tables
Shatterd glass from the now broken window
My kitchen floor soaked
Lying here in a pool of my own blood
Unable to move
Looking up at the man that had done this to me
Actually I don't even know if he is a man
Looking up at the thing that had done this to me
Black singed hair
Bright white skin
A smile that was carved across his face
And his cold dead eyes
Those eyes never blinking
He got closer to me
"Go to sleep"
Those are the last words I hear before he jabs his knife into me
The last words I hear before I die