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I was in a dim-lit hallway. It was a very long hallway. Very empty. I stared down the hallway and gasped. A well lit room was ahead. In it was my baby brother and our step-father. My step-father held a knife in his hand. He held my brother in his other hand. Instantly I knew what was going to happen next. I had to stop it from happening.

I sprinted down the hall towards them. No matter how fast I ran I got no where. My step-father raised the knife as I ran, still getting no where, and stabbed my brother in the back of the neck. Tears ran down my face. I had failed him. I was his sister, his protector and I just watched him get murdered. I realized now that I was moving, getting closer and closer to him and his murderer.

Once I was in the room I knelt beside my brothers’ body and picked him up. I held his still warm body and tears ran down my cheeks, dropping onto his childish face. I sat there holding him for what seemed like hours, but it could have been only a few moments.

I was unaware of everything around me except for me and my brother. Everything else faded. I could no longer see the hallway I had just run from. The walls and the floor had dropped away. Everything around me was black, except for the small white area around me and my brother. I wasn’t even aware of my step-father standing near us in the shadows.

When he came out of the shadows I jumped. I had forgotten all about him, until this moment. He towered over me, since I was still kneeling, holding my brothers body. He still had the knife in his hand and he had a wide grin on his face. The look in his eyes told me everything. One. He was proud of himself for killing a small child and two. He was going to kill me next.

There was two options now. Run away and hope he didn’t catch me, though I was positive I couldn’t outrun him. He would catch me easily. Or I could just sit here and accept my death. He would probably kill me quickly if I just sat here, but if I ran I couldn’t be so sure. He might just want to torture me if I ran.

I took a deep breath. Running seemed like the better option. I at least had a chance to get away. Not a good one but still a chance. That was better than no chance at all. I stood up leaving his body on the ground. As much as I wanted to take him with me if I wanted to get away at all I needed to be able to run, and run fast.

It had only been about two seconds since I first stood up. I was thinking quickly as the adrenalin kicked in. I took one last glance into his eyes. They still held the same murderous intent as when I first saw them. I shook my head and ran into the darkness. Everything was still black. I had to get away.

I looked over my shoulder only to see him chasing me. Every second he got closer and closer as followed me into the dark. I ran faster, but again I got nowhere. He on the other hand was catching up. Easily.

I felt a hand grab my hair and pull. I fell backwards into him. Into the one who was about to kill me. I pulled away, now frantic. I couldn’t let myself be killed by him. By this monster. His grip tightened though and I felt a sharp pain run up my arm. I looked down to where the pain came from. A trail of red sticky, warm blood ran down my arm as he pulled the knife out.

I struggled again. It was the only thing I could do. I needed to survive. I was becoming more and more desperate and frantic. I pulled more and another pain went up my arm. My guess was he stabbed me again. I wasn’t about to look and find out. I kept pulling until I felt something sharp against my neck. I held still. The knife was there now. He was going to slit my throat. Was this it? Could this really be the end of it for me? Would he really kill me? The answer to all of those questions was yes. He would kill me. My life was over. My last thoughts before I felt another sharp pain, then nothing. I was dead.

Whoa...that's all i'm gonna say.

That's one scary story.
I think it sounds a bit weird at the end when you say "I was dead", when a dead person can't actually say anything anymore.
Good job though. 3nodding