Cut

Date: 10/17/2018

I am in a high school class room. The teacher is getting ready to start class. I notice a boy behind me. He looks strange and out of place. He gets out of his chair and sits at the desk next to me. He says nothing. He makes me put a book in front of me so no one can see what he’s doing. He pulls out a knife and presses it too my chest. Its cold metal tip digging into my chest. He presses hard enough to cause pain but not enough to penetrate. I try to stay calm and maybe he wount kill me. He then moves the knife up to my ear and starts slicing. I scream in pain as he slices through the top of my ear. I keep thinking why is this happening to me? Why me?The whole room seems shocked but they do nothing to help, just watch. A piece of my ear dangles from the side of my head as i cry. Blood pouring down my face. He moves to the back of the room again. A few people in white clothing suddenly come through the door. They put him on a stretcher like ones used for mental patients. They tie his arms and legs down. I am now out side, a small bandage on the side of my head. I see him as he is wheeled away. He turns to smile at me.