That One Text (Emma's POV) It was late , and I was riding home from my soccer game. The game ended earlier , due to murder reports in our area. I turned up the radio , and our local newsman's voices blasted in my ear . He was reporting of a murder , on kasha lane . My house was on kasha lane . I listened as I pulled onto my street , and soon my car came to a stop. I slammed on the gas, yet nothing happened. "Maybe my gas tank is empty ... " I thought to myself . I looked , and my tank was completely full. I had to get home , and the car was obviously not going anywhere . I had to walk , with a murderer just feet from my house . I put my foot out of the car , and my toes felt something hard. I looked down and laying right there was a man with a pale face . He looked up at me and chuckled . I just stared in astonishment . He slid out from under the car , and came real close to me. I grabbed his neck and threw him to the ground with my last bit of strength, after he stabbed me in the throat .