I was walking down the street.
A man was in front of me.
He was walking.
Then he stopped.
He came towards me.
He said "How much do you cost?"
I said if he wanted me, he would need to catch me first.
He chased me.
He yelled, "Get back here!"
I said no.
I ran to my house.
He followed.
When I entered, I slammed the door behind me.
He kept running towards my house.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster!
Faster!
He was running when he got to the door.
The door gave.
The glass broke.
He kept running.
He ran to the kitchen.
I was waiting.
I held a knife.
He looked at me.
He was angry.
But I was innocent.
The blood was my own.
I dropped the knife.
He looked at me.
Oh! When will these wounds heal?