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Ok, thank you everyone (family members and friends) for participating in my collaborative digital story and for following so well the instructions of the e-mail I sent to all of you. I think the story turned out pretty well! We should try this again some other time. BYE!

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Laura heard her assailant talking to himself,
or maybe to her, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying, and kept
praying. After a while, he was gone. Laura had heard him go up the stairs but
didn’t dare move in case he came back and realised she was still alive. On the
other hand, her hopes on survival had increased and she didn’t want to risk waiting
too long, for maybe she had a chance of living after all. She decided she had
nothing to lose and rolled over on the floor. She saw her phone a couple of
feet away and began to drag herself towards it with great pain. There was blood
everywhere. She called 911. “I’ve been stabbed many times, please help me…” And
those were the last words she could remember saying before she woke up at the
hospital with her parents beside her. From that day on, she never spent a night
away from them.

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A horrible chest pain awoke her. She was alive,
but how? “No! No!”, she screamed. The man was stabbing her savagely and stopped
when he realised she was awake. He took a few steps back. “What? I just killed
you! I just choked you, bitch!”, he screamed angrily. “Please, don’t hurt me!
Please, let me go!”, Laura pleaded. But he only became more aggressive with her
and stabbed her even more times. Laura couldn’t feel anything anymore, and
decided it would be best to pretend she was dead. At least maybe that way he
would leave her alone. She could feel the holes in her chest and the blood
pumping out of them. When would he be gone? Would she have time to ask for
help? To survive? “No, probably not”, she thought to herself, and started
praying so that her parents wouldn’t suffer much for her loss. She wasn’t even
scared now, she just sorry felt for them.

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Laura struggled and fought to get away from her attacker. She kicked and punched disorderly, but could not escape from his arms. He grabbed her by the hair and tried to strangle her. Laura’s nails scraped the wooden floor to help her body move forward and away from him, but it was of no use. She passed out.

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BAM!

A blow to the head had knocked Laura out of
consciousness for a few seconds and had caused her to fall down the stairs, but
she soon regained it. Laura’s head was spinning with pain and confusion.
Now her back and her legs were hurting too. Suddenly, a terrific image rose in
front of her: a man was dragging her along the floor by her ankles in the basement.
“No, no, no...” What started as mumbling noises soon became desperate screams.
“Noooooooo, please noooooooo! Heeeeeeeeelp, somebody help meeee!”

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As Laura was sliding through the stairs (even the sound of her own footsteps scared her) she clearly heard footsteps nearby and her heart stopped. Her body freezed. She couldn’t pluck up the courage to turn around and look. After about ten seconds of absolute silence she thought that those noises she had heard wouldn’t have scared her if her parents had been sleeping in the room next door, and decided to not pay attention to them. Just in case, and only because she was sure that there was nobody behind her, she decided to take a peep and turned around.

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Laura was excited to spend her first Friday night all by herself at home, without her parents. Finally, she'd have some time for herself, watch whatever movie she preferred on TV and not be questioned about who she was talking to on the phone or what time would she be coming back home. She wasn't planning on doing anything too crazy, like host a party or go out without permission, but she did secretly invite her two best friends to come over. She had met with them at her house at ten thirty, and had rented out a few movies, prepared some popcorn and grabbed all of her make up and nail varnishes just in case they felt like grooming themselves.

Eleven came and neither Britney nor Sharon had appeared or called in to say they were late. "How strange", Laura thought, but fought the temptation of giving them a call. Instead, she wrote a Whatsapp to each of them: "Hey! Are you on your way? See you very soon. XXX", but still there was no answer. She'd just have to be patient.

To distract herself Laura decided to go upstairs to her room and start the new John Grisham's novel she'd been given for Christmas. She lay comfortably on her bed and began to read her book. She hadn't read the first page when she heard the sound of a "crack!" outside her window, as though a tree branch had been snapped. She was still wondering what it could've been when the lights of the entire house went off. Laura's eyes widened, as if opening them more would allow her to see something other than pitch black. Everything was silent, but her heartbeat was pounding furiously, all her senses were alert. She didn't dare breathe heavily just yet, in case someone could hear her. For when you're scared at your own house, it's because you always think there might be some intruder.

"Calm down, relax, for God's sake!", Laura told herself mentally. "All you have to do is press the electricity switch in the basement, and everything will be alright", she added. Really, it was quite silly of her to think that some stranger could be in the house. What were the chances? Only Britney and Sharon knew she was there alone that night, and anyways, that neighborhood was extremely safe. Nothing weird had ever happened there. She thought she would call her parents just to feel reassured, but they didn't pick up the phone. "You're not a baby anymore, are you? Then don't act like one!", she told herself. And headed towards the stairs that lead to the basement, not without stretching her arms and using her phone light to guide herself through the dark.