"My leg is so badly injured I have not been able to walk on my own."
Then how tf could you do this:
"Assuming he was finding a sharper, more stable knife to end my life, I RAN out my back door, shutting it behind me so the dogs didn't run inside to tip him off. I HOPPED the fence to the golf course behind my house and RAN to a neighboring house. Naked and afraid he would catch me, I kept RUNNING through the neighborhood knocking on doors."
??
Something seems off. Not trying to be a dick or anything but either she's lying or the fear of death numbed her enough to run.
She'd be a good writer if she learns to stick to one story, though.
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