There is a point in everyone's life, where you understand a mistake has been made by your own lovely self. In fact, I've just discovered when I made mine. Basically, all I did, was get in the way of some guy. Hell, the dude ran into me, not the other way around. For the record, I have done nothing wrong or against the law in my life, ever. Maybe just once, when I almost killed a dude who tried to take me to bed against my will, with a lamp. I don't regret that though, not one bit.

All my life was thrown out the window, when I decided it would be nice to go for a run on a Tuesday night. Why not clear my head and do some cardio at the same time, I had thought. Well, as it turned out, I should have stayed at home that night.

It was quite a lovely summer evening, a bit foggy, but the air was warm. So I prepared myself for a run. Should I wear longer pants, or shorts? I decided to go with the shorts, after all, is was summer. When the pants were on, I reached out to my closet for a very comfortable pink sports bra. Then took a matching pink shirt to go on top of it. Finally, I reached out for my running shoes, that had been in the box for a bit too long.

„Right, let's go," I talked out loud, as I stood up, looking at my pale,make-up free face in the mirror.

I quickly pulled my henna colored hair up in a tight, messy ponytail, just to keep them out of my eyes. Grabbing my phone and earbuds from the counter, I hopped out of the small apartment. After closing the door, I popped the keys in a small, zipper-free pocket on my left thigh, hoping they'd stay there while I ran.

As I was taking the not-so-fast strides on the path, I was pleasantly happy that I'd been running through five song already. That's what I did. I always counted time with songs, when running, because who has time to look at the phone every once in-a-while. You have got other thing to worry about, like breathing in a steady rythm. Otherwhise, I would not have gotten so far on my first run in like, two months.

In the middle of my sixth song, I felt a sudden sharp pain in my ankle. Of course I did what every normal person would do and stopped to curse. At first, I thought I'd stepped badly and pulled something, but there was a small drop of crimson on my otherwise fair skin. I pushed the blood away with my finger, to take a closer look at my unbeliveably tiny wound. It almost seemed like a little needle hole. I pulled the earbuds out and threw them on the ground together with my phone. As I was about to sit down on the grass by the path, I heard soft footsteps of someone running fast. There was almost no sound, so I thought the person was quite far. About to turn around, I felt someone crash into me with sheer force. I was not small nor was I lightweight, but this motion threw me off balance, onto the ground immediately. As if it wasn't enough, the guy literally went down with me.

When I groaned in pain and opened my eyes, I saw that the guy was already up on his feet. First thought that popped into my head, was that the guy looked sketchy. He looked really worn and agitated, but there was a glimpse of caution in his stare. It was like he was ready to fight me. He was scanning around the park, like there was someone after him. I kept an eye on him while trying to get up on my shaky legs.

I let out a small laugh, proud of myself, when finally up. In a flash, his eyes were on me. They were coldly studying my face and posture, as if calculating how many punches he'd need to take me down again. He was not standing far, about four long steps away. What a creep, I thought.

„Well that was a shitty way to end the run," I huffed, looking around for my phone, not paying any further attention to my unwanted companion. Eventually locating the phone with my eyes, I decided to go grab it from the grass, and get back home. After all, the creepy stranger hadn't even apologised for running me over. I had a bad feeling about the guy anyway, like he was about to jump me. If there was anything my mother had taught me, it was not to stick around when my gut told me to get away.

So I kept calm and started walking towards the phone, suprisingly, the stranger didn't try to stop me, as I feared he would. Turning around to face him, I smiled politely and started walking home. I didn't hear him moving, so I hoped he also went on his merry way.

Now that the adrenaline had worn out, I again felt the pain in my ankle. This time, I was not going to sit, in fear of another impact, as illogical as that might sound. I kept walking and cussing at the pain, into the now quite cold night. I checked my pockets, just to be sure everything was still there.

„Shit!" I cursed under my breath, the keys to my apartment were gone. I patted my pocket and pulled it out, making sure that it was indeed empty.

I hastly turned around and walked back to the so-called crime scene.