Thursday, 8 July 2010
08:03:33 PM (GMT)
My breath hit the glass and fog made it hard to see through. Footsteps above me get
louder and softer as he looks for me. Things begin to scratch the floor as he moves
them. The frost on the grass glistened in the street lights, making each indivisual
shine in it's own spotlight. The locked door seperating me and the man was rammed
into. A squeal tried to escape my mouth, but my teeth against my lower lip stopped
the noise from breaking through. I pushed on the window, wanting it to open so I can
crawl away in the cold air. I rather be anywhere from here, but I don't know why. I
don't remember how I got here, but I do know how to get out. The door was rammed
again. I stepped back from the window and kicked it with all my might. The window
broke quietly since the heat and cool weakened it.
Pulling myself up to ground level I crawl through just in time. The door fell down
the blackened stairs and a small light came on. all I could see was the light in the
black room and the street lights outside. My pants are ripped. I look down, examing
them and I've been cut everywhere on my thighs and calfs. I couldn't feel the pain
that should have come, so I started to run. Tree roots seemed to grow out to trip me,
as if they didn't want me to leave. I got to the sidewalk and kept running, near the
edge of neighbor's lawns, trying to stay out of the light so I wouldn't be seen. As I
start gasping for air about a mile of jogging I go to the nearest house. I knock on
it hard, but weak. Loud noises came from my fist connecting with the door, but not
loud enough for the neighbor's to hear. The door opened and a fairly pretty woman
came out. If I wasn't feeling the stabbing pain in my chest, I would think I was
"Oh! Oh! Jane! Come here!" She looked me up and down and stared at my face. I don't
know why, but horror was all that was written on hers. Another woman came into view
and she was just a pretty, maybe prettier, I don't know because spots started to
block my vision. The other woman, Jane I suppose, gasped and helped me in as the
first woman ran into the other room. Not long afterwards she came back and put a
warm cloth over my bleeding wounds and bandaged the dry ones. Once I was clean enough
she laid a few quilts on me, each atleast a half-inch thick. Mumbling was heard after
the left and walked into, I assumed, the kitchen.
"Alisen, we should call the police..."
"No, Jane. It was him, I know it. You know he works for the department, he'll find
out we helped her, then he will come after me again, or worse, you."
"Let me atleast take her to the hospitial." I heard a kissing noise and the two
walked back in. Jane smiled at me and Alisen looked worried. My waist down I was
numb, but I think it was from over working myself in the run.
>.< IDK... weird...
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