"D-Don't touch me," a snapped as a man walked over to me, a knife in his hand with blood dripping off of the blade edge, glimmering like the tears I shed over loosing everything to this...this BEAST. Jake was my boyfriend, before he started drinking and other crap. I still have scars all over me from when he had...beat me. God, why wouldn't he leave me alone? He killed my family. He burned down my house. He's attempted to kill me twice. I felt solid wall behind me, and he held the knife to my neck. "Night, sweetheart," he purred. "I hope you have a fun time in Hell." I felt something crack inside of me. "Don't worry, honey. I'll save you a seat. And I'll be too busy making friends I won't have any time to worry." That little flame inside of me grew and flickered and grew. He stumbled back in alarm, and I felt...how do I put this without sounding mental...I felt like a demon. My skin turned black and flaming. My eyes were red. I grabbed the idiots neck and held him up. "Hey sweetheart," I purred. "where are you going tonight?" He let out a bloodcurdling scream and thrashed away, stumbling to the ground. He turned away and ran. And then the cops came. I'm still in this jail cell. I hope that anybody can read this. I'm in the jail cell number 14 in NYC. The prison is called-