[This is just a random story that popped into my head at 2 in the Morning]
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…I didn't know if this was the beginning or the end of my story... Probably somewhere in the middle but I still couldn't tell. I don't know how to deal with this type of situation, or who to go to for advice on whether or not I should deal with it head on or take my time. But from what I did know was that I was going to die If didn't run… I had to run. It was the only thing I could think of… I was running for my life…
My legs were left like they were going to give out on me any minute now, my lungs were aching. Almost as if they were going to explode and leave me sputtering out blood from my already dry mouth. My heart was in my throat and beating way over the normal heart rate should've been. But despite all of this, I had to keep running. My life depended on it!
I peered behind my shoulder to get a quick glimpse of my attacker, he was big, he was tall and he had gun. I didn't know why he didn't just pull the trigger and shot me down… Was I just a toy to him? His prey? Was he just waiting for my rather large frame to just stumble over on the ground where he could smile upon my pathetic trembling body and take me out that way? I didn't know and I'd rather not ask questions at this moment, I just had to run. Nothing else was more important to me.
I was had probably ran about 5 blocks before it started to rain. Just fucking great! Plus on top of that it was late at night and there was nobody out on the streets to rescue me from this crazed man. The streets were dimly lighted with the low buzzing of the street lamps that hovered over me. The only thing to help guide me home. But by now I didn't know where home was…
I could feel my body start to slow down as I ran, but I was eager to make my way to my house and in the protective arms of my mother and father. I had to push myself further. "You can't run forever!" my killer yelled out in a deep and booming voice. Taunting me as he ran, loaded gun in hand and quickly catching up to my husky frame. At this point all I could think of was running, saving my life… and my family. What would they do without me…? Probably forget about me… they never really paid much attention to me after my little brother was born. He would get all the credit while I stood in the background… Maybe I did deserve to die… Maybe this was God's way of ending the loneliness and low self-esteem I called 'My Life'…
[End of Chapter I]
