Chapter 1 I try to scream, but no sound comes out. I am mute, yet screaming with all of my might. I go to move, run, walk, it doesn�t matter. He has me. His arms are wrapped around my body, holding me tight. Not letting go. I begin to struggle, only causing him tighten his grasp on me. Again, I try to scream, only this time I hear a muffled sound escape my mouth, only to find it covered with his hand. A tear silently rolls down my cheek, falling on his hand. He loosens his grip on me and I break free. I begin to run, well, at least trying to. After all the things I�ve been through, running is harder than I thought. I can feel him behind me, slowing closing the gap I wedged between us. I can hear his feet hit the ground, as do mine, only his are faster. As I run, I push me legs harder and pray to God, �Get me through this!� He�s close now, directly behind me. Trying grab a hold of me. This causes me to push harder. It�s so dark and I can hardly see a thing. I�m never coming through this fucking alley again. I can�t believe I�m so stupid. Of course he�d be here waiting for me. I can see the street approaching me only to stop short as he lunges himself towards me. His hands latch themselves around my arms and we fall to the ground. I think I have broken something because there is this huge pain shooting up my lower arm. I swear to God he�s going to kill me. I see a rock to my side and with me free arm I grab it and pound it into his head with what strength I have left. His body goes limp. Is he dead? I take this chance to free myself from under him. Why does he have to be this heavy I think to myself while trying to complete the task at hand. I finally get him off of me and on the ground aside of me with a thud. With my good arm, I hoist myself up and slowly get onto my feet. Once I am up I take a look at him and wonder I if should my sure he�s out cold. Fuck that, this it what happens in horror movies. If I look, he�ll grab me and I�ll have to wait for my hero. What hero? I don�t have a hero. He was supposed to be my hero, but things change, he�s the exact opposite. As I get out to the street I begin to hail a cab. That�s until I realize my purse is lost somewhere in the alley and there�s no way in hell that I�m going back there. So I start to walk, slowly. My arm is hurting so much right now. Thank, God I�m alive though. I think it�s time I move. Get out of this city and find a new job. Hell, I might even change my name so he can�t find me. Heh, heh, like that�ll happen. Why does the stupid hospital have to be so far away? Once I reach the hospital, I feel like I could collapse from exhaustion. Next thing I know I feel a sharp pain go through my body and I feel the cold cement on parts of my body where my clothing ripped. I�m so stupid. Never, ever, think of things like that again. While I just lay here, not really wanting to get up, I feel two arms, slid under my body beginning to lift me up. |
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