I ripped apart my shirt as i started to run toward the car. I quickly wrapped the shirt over my bleeding torso. A knife ripped at my back as i was running. I tumbled down to the foggy grass. Shouts echoed inside my head and I couldn’t tell if they were real or fake. A hand reached for me and started to pull me up. I reached for the hand and started to stand myself up. It was my dear friend Richard. I started to limp toward the car as the murderer started to stand up. My hand wrapped around Richard and it supported me enough to walk faster. As we reached the car the murderer was starting to catch up. I swung the door open and Richard started to drive as i closed the door. Luckily we made it out of the grass and on the road before the murderer could reach for the car. We were safe finally. Now we needed to get to the hospital.