“Stop!” he grunted. I ran toward the garage door, but he snagged my waist, “stop it!”
I kicked and flailed, more blood flying around the garage. He dropped me to the ground in a panic.
My head knocked against the cement, my hand flew to the back of my head, only to get coated in more blood. I looked up at the ceiling, and I could still hear the April rain tapping on the tin roof. Blood was everywhere now. The boy was moaning and grunting and gagging. I closed my eyes. A sudden wave of warmth washed over me. I was going to die now. I closed my eyes and rolled over on my side, my own blood warming the rest of my body.
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