A Rapid Life

What could I do? He's there, in the next room. I can hear him. His footsteps are getting louder. My family have tried everything to get away from him, after he escaped from prison. We've had to move several times. But this is it. He's got us now. And I just sit there, shivering from fear in my bed. The boat is rocking a bit more violently now. I hear the door knob start to turn, round and round. The tension inside me is too much to bear. I yell and jump out the window onto the deck. I hear the door clatter and bang against the wall. The maniac. The psycho. They guy standing there with a knife in his hand, laughing. The man I sent to prison when I was four, after I watched him stab my babysitter. But the cops came in time to rescue me. But there is no hope now. I run past me parents' window. I see them tied to their bed and gagged. He's chasing me now, there is no chance now. 1

"Oh, I've waited to do this for a long time you little brat! Now it's time to pay!" 2

I've gotten away with it for seven years and now I finally have to go.3

"No, Bob, NO!" 4

Then, then in that glorious moment, I remembered the fact, Bob can't swim. I jump, into the inclement river, into the freezing twelve feet deep ditch filled with frigid water. It sends a deadened feeling through my body. Bob flinches and steps back.5

"I shall not let you get away Jack!"6

Bob jumps into the river, but can he survive? Will my sister be smart enough to phone the police? Was the fact that Bob couldn't swim a lie? What will happen to me? That serrated knife pointing at me and that ever-angry-growing face. I was in for it now.