Kidnapped

The room is unfamiliar. I don't know how I got here. My last memory that I know is factual is that I was walking down the street walking home. I remember someone yelling and running as fast as I possibly could. Then I remember feeling a sharp pain in my head, and now I'm here, confused, dazed, and unsure of what to do. I look around, the room is void of furniture, and the floor is concrete. There are no windows and I see a set of stairs to my right. I felt something rough and tight around my right wrist. It's a rope, and I'm tied to a sturdy-looking loop in the brick wall. I sat up, my back sore as hell from laying on the cold cement floor, my head started throbbing from the pressure change from sitting up. I heard footsteps upstairs, they sounded light and quick. walking with purpose. I looked at the stairs, I saw a shadow pass by. I looked around once more, looking for anything that could help me. I found nothing. There was nothing in this room aside from me, the cement floors, and the brick walls. I felt fear, I was kidnapped. I was not in a familiar area, I tested the sturdiness of the rope, It was new, and the loop did not budge even a little. "shit" I muttered under my breath. I saw out of the corner of my eye, someone peeking around the corner of the stairs. We made eye contact. His eyes were a dim dark brown. His hair was blonde, and very greasy as if it hasn't been washed in years, and their shirt was white, and spotted with stains of various colors. their pants were jeans, wich seemed to be the only clean thing on his body. He started running at me full speed, his fist was raised and he was yelling, he didn't say anything though. by the time he got to me I was half standing up, my right arm pointed down due to the rope, he tried to bludgeon me with his fist, I blocked it. This man is very skinny, and clearly weak. I returned the punch as best as I could at my disadvantage, I missed becuase he backed up. He ran upstairs and ran for a minute, I could hear him rummaging through something, and minutes later he was sprinting back down the stairs screaming, this time with a knife in hand. I put my left hand in front of me hoping to disarm him, but as he swung he stabbed me right in the palm, I screamed in pain. It seemed to startle him because he backed up leaving the knife in my hand. Quickly as I could I brought my hand down to my right hand and yanked the knife out, it hurt and I started bleeding, I yelled in pain again. The man sprinted away, presumably to get another weapon. I started sawing the rope with the knife, I was filled with joy, the knife was cutting through relatively easily. Soon I was free. I looked at the stairway and saw a shadow fly by, He was still looking. I ran up the stairs looking for the front door. As soon as I saw it I was running as fast as I could. I tried to open it, but it was locked. I started unlocking it but then I heard The man scream, I turned around to see him running at me with a baseball bat. He smashed the bat into my left side, I heard and felt a crack, seeing stars I trusted the knife I still had forward, into the man's chest. He cried in pain and stepped back, I knew I hit something vital as he was immediately pouring blood. I opened the front door and ran. I ran for a while, I'm sure anyone who saw it was concerned. I was bleeding profusely out of my hand and I was holding a bloody knife. I ran to the police station as fast as I could. I burst through the front door, everyone in there looked at me in shock and surprise. "I need some help" I said out of breath. Almost immediately I was greeted by an officer. I explained what happened, and that I might have killed the man. The details afterwards were slightly fuzzy because of the adrenaline wearing off and the trauma. But what I do remember was getting interogated, I saw the mans body. He had died. I was not pressed with any charges, the man had camera's, and I was proven innocent. I went home. I went home, Immediately bombarded with calls and messages from family and friends who saw the news, I informed them I was fine and they had nothing to worry about. I still have nightmares from that day, and sometimes I was afraid it was going to happen again, sometimes I could've sworn I saw someone following me from the corner of my eye. I felt like I was still in danger, like what I experienced was not quite over yet, and I was right. a month later, I was attacked. In my own home, I heard the front door break open, and immediately i broke into a sweat, was this another dream? No it couldnt be, this was real. I grabbed my knife, wich i got after what happened, I called out “Who the fuck is out there?! Get the fuck out of my house!” I heard that familiar scream, I hid beside the doorframe outside of the mans view, I saw him fly by. He turned around and saw me. He had a gun, without thinking for even a second I kicked his hand. The gun went flying, it hit the ground. BAM it had fired a round, thankfully it wasn't at me, but it also didnt hit him. I lunged at him to stab him. I heard a scream, but it was a woman, I blinked and my friend was right in front of me screaming, the gun i kicked was actually a couple brownies. She cried “Please stop!” I stepped back afraid, this was my doing, I had hurt my closest friend. That man was dead, but i saw him in my friend. “I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed hoping she would understand, I quickly realized she wuoldnt, I had attacked her. I couldnt just say sorry and expect her to believe it. She ran out saying something along the lines of, “I’m sorry!” she said why but i didnt hear it. Eventually i explained what happened. She understood after a little while, and she came back to my house. We talked and she helped me. I never saw the man again