�Help! Help!� I heard the shriek of a defenseless woman.
�Shut up,� a dark deep voice shouted in return. The shadow of a tall man holding a small gun projected against the alley�s wall.
�Please� please don�t hurt me,� she whimpered.
I watched him slowly squeeze the trigger until I heard a loud boom. The sound echoed throughout the alley. Blood splattered against the wall behind her. At this point I was terrified. It was like reliving the nightmare I had tried so hard to forget. But I couldn�t just let this appalling incident happen. Quietly and cautiously peeking my head around the dumpster I was taking cover near, I tried to get a glimpse of the perpetrator. He was wearing a black mask, but I did notice a long scar that ran down his hairy arm. Just then he shifted his eyes in my direction. I quickly ducked. But it was too late. He saw me. Luckily for me, sirens were blaring in the distance, slowly getting louder. The insane man fled from the scene of the crime, but not before he gave me a look that said, �I�m gonna get you.�
The police found me right away, for I had hurried over to the body to see if there was maybe a scarce amount of life left in her. They asked questions, but I couldn�t talk. I was in an utter state of shock. This couldn�t be happening. I was happy though when they took me to the police station and put me in solitude.
Outside of my little room, I could hear the murmur of voices talking about the crime. �The murderer couldn�t have gotten that far�� the voice trailed off
�That man in there was a witness,� said another.
About five minutes passed until someone came into my room. But this wasn�t just any old person. To my eyes, she was the most beautiful person in the world. Thick, extraordinary auburn hair fell at her shoulders. Her face was like a radiant star that stood out in the sky. It was love at first sight.
�Hello,� she said, �I�m Detective Linda. What�s your name?�
Linda. What a spectacular name. It was too bad I was still to traumatized to talk.
�Too shocked to talk, eh? That�s fine, I�ll give you a little longer by yourself to think things over,� she declared when I didn�t answer. She started to leave, but I just couldn�t let her get away.
�Wait,� my voice croaked.
�You ready to talk?� she asked.
�Okay,� I answered, my voice still shaken. I told her about what happened in as much detail as possible. She asked me to look at some pictures of possible suspects, and we actually found someone that had a scar like that. It was starting to get late, so Linda offered me a ride home. I of course said yes.
On the way to my apartment, I told her about my parents� death.
�Maybe this recent incident triggered that memory to come alive again, causing your inability to talk well,� she suggested.
�That would make sense,� I replied.
I didn�t want to say goodbye, but when the time came, it was a must.
�I�ll wait here to make sure you get in okay. K?� she said
�Thanks.�
I trudged my heavy feet up the creaky steps thinking long forsaken thoughts.
My key stuck as usual, but when it finally worked I went in and hung my jacket on the hook and flicked on the lights. I wasn�t alone.
A ill-natured man, one with a scar on his arm, accompanied me. He put his gloved hand over my mouth to muffle my screams. I hoped that Linda noticed something was wrong.
He pulled out a sharp blade as I struggled to get free from his strong grasp. It wasn�t a good choice to kick him in the shin.
He threw me to the ground, my head hitting the edge of a table on the way down. Instantly there was a sharp pain on my brow. Blood trickled down my forehead. Just as I was about to be brutally slaughtered, and thought there was no chance left of escape, a voice shouted, �This is the police! Put down your weapon!�
�I�m saved,� I thought as I fell into a blissful unconsciousness.