a scare to remember

Date: 12/7/2016

I was in a band singing, and the song ended, I get into a fight with a random stranger who was talking trash about my town, I left there party and was walking on a deck and noticed to old men trying to drown and kill another old man who was in a wheel chair.. I push the old men trying to kill the handicapped old man and they fall into the water as I pulled the disabled man from the water and onto the deck.. his grandson(the guy I got into a fight with earlier) comes running out and helps me carry his grandfather to a door that enclosed the whole area we were just in. we start to lock and deadbolt it when the crazy old men start tearing it apart, now their voices and skin are dark and dead, they look like demons. we realize there is no way we can keep them from getting through so we start running. I'm running through the hallways of my school, and take a left into one of the room, hundreds of people are running and screaming, but once I'm in the room it changing into what looks like a supermarket, and it's full of women who are scared but frozen in place. I shut the door and lock it, I start to hide behind displays and found a somewhat sharp object and waited. in comes a crazed looking young man. I have a feeling he is a part of those crazy old men's hunt. he comes in and starts cutting people. he cuts off one ladies arm. and be heads someone else. he comes to me and slices my throat, and arms open with his foot long knife. I fall instantly and I feel the pain. I clutch my throat to stop the bleeding, I look around at the other women and tell them to put pressure on their wounds. then I began to faint because the pain is so great.. he comes back for me as though he's going to finish me off, asks me a question and I pretend to be so far gone, babbling noises, and he believes me, believes that I'm consciously gone. He turns his attention to the remaining women who look at me begging me with thwir eyes to help. All of a sudden a new woman comes walking in, who also appears to want to cause pain. I continue with my charade as she presses on my neck with her finger and I want to yelp in pain but I keep up the act. she then declares well done to him and turns around.. I grab a knife that was once inside of a package and stab her, she turns around scratching at my already bleeding arms, I then stab right at her heart, she looks deep into my eyes as she falls back with disbelief. The young man then comes after me I slice at his stomach but he is too strong and the knife seems to weak to penetrate his skin. He gets weaker the longer we fight, slamming into shelves, he trips over the mess as I'm shoving and pushing and cut his throat, the first slice is barely any damage, i see his jugular and keep cutting and cutting in desperation. I finally see blood and he stops thrashing. I look into his eyes and see the black that was once there disappears to hazel green eyes. Fear and pain joins in and I rip up my shirt and apply pressure to his neck. I call the women that are around for help, but they just stared at me, I look at where my previous wounds were. Instead of bloody gashes all over me I had scars, that swirled into a design. The young man says he doesn't know what's going on, I just cry for him, for the women, and for the pain I was feeling. the weight is overbearing and I try to give my last bit of energy to the young boy. paramedics arrive and so do the police, they grab me and start caring for my wounds that were now nonexistent. I Tell them to get the women and the boy first, and the cop looks at me and says it's too late. the young boy is gone, and the women were gone. I asked what was going on, where did they take the bodies and he says that I was the only one still breathing when they arrived. The women had been holding on to my hands as though they were protecting me. I look at my wounds that no longer hurt. The scars on my body, and the design covering my skin is still there, the cop hugs me saying everything will be alright. I tell him it's not over there was more, there were two old men, but he didn't believe me. He thought I was just paranoid. I see the handicapped old man wheel over to me and he hugs me, and thanks me for what I did. I tell him "It wasn't enough their gone", then he replies with "you saved their lives, even the boy who tried to hurt you, that's more than enough." I walk on, through the hallways of my highschool. feeling alone.