9 - Eva.

Eva

I scream in agony as she pulls it out, making blood fly into the air. My stomach churns at the sight of my blood spurting from the deep wound as I take a step backward, which only serves to make it bleed more.

The pain is terrible as I put weight on my leg, so I balance on one leg, knowing they might attack again and I won’t be able to fend them off. “What the hell?” I say, glaring at them as a foreign rage infects my blood. “As if it wasn’t unfair, three against one, you bring a knife, too?”

The same girl who stabbed me smirks and steps closer, twirling the knife in her hand. “Because you fought, you get special treatment.”

I hop backward on my one good leg, knowing that I’m only delaying another painful attack. My eyes flit to the doorway, which now has an audience gathered outside of it, but no one comes to my aid.

The tall girl comes for me again, and I dodge her but only just, falling over in the process and landing flat on my ass. The jolt sends a shot of excruciating pain t