Proulouge

I felt my dad drag me back. I felt the thoughts about him murdering my friends. I felt branches scratch my bandaged ankles. I struggled landing and kicked I finally landed on the groin, but he didn't even flinch. When he stopped, he pulled out his knife, I gulped when I saw the light reflect on the moon light. He slowly dragged it across my wrists. Blood oozed out, I cried in agony. "I would have gone easy on you, but you leave me no choice", My dad spat.