A couple of weeks ago, I found myself in the house while it's being burned and while I am inside upstairs. Most the things in the house are either broken or gone. I quickly call 911 and go to the kitchen exit. Some man around his 20s or so stabs me in the back just enough so it doesn't kill me but just leaves me bleeding and suffering. He just sits on the kitchen chair, watching me with a small smirk. Out the door (the kitchen door has windows), I see, like, six police cars around the back side of my house. The man looks out at what I am looking at, his smirk just gets a bit less content, but you can still see in his eyes that killing look. As the police are rushing up to the door, I am blacking out, blood all around me. I wake up suddenly, sweaty and eyes open a mile wide. I am wide awake, and probably more awake then I will be for a long while. All that day I didn't talk and I pretty much didn't want to do anything.
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