15th April 2011
Anna ran faster than she'd ever ran before.
through bushes, past trees and out the other end of the forest.
Her legs began to tire but she couldn't stop.
If she stopped he'd catch up with her.
He find her.
And he'd kill her.
She pushed through the excruciating pain that flared up her calves and just bellow her rib cage.
She couldn't stop.
She couldn't let him finish what he'd already started.
The days leading up to April fifteenth, the day I was cold heartedly murdered, played a huge role in the saving of my ex-boyfriend Jeremy's life.
Without the sly, cunning, expert planning of my killer,
it would have been Jeremy laying six feet under the ground on the edge of the A14, instead of me.
He knew me too well, my killer.
He knew that where ever I went, my stalkerish obsessed ex-boyfriend wouldn't be far behind.
And just like every other one of God's creations,
My murderer must have had some humanity left inside him,
as after all he could have left all four of us for dead,
but no,
it was just me.