p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"I was walking around the school for no apparent reason. It was a few hours after the school closed, but I stayed behind to do God knows what. It was the same school that I just recently left behind, and yet I returned there for whatever reason. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"I wasn't alone. A girl was with me, a girl I never met before, but knew for years. I don't remember her name or her face. That's how it always is, I'm always with someone who I've never seen before but still know, and I can never remember them after. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"What I do remember is that she was walking with me when he came in. I knew right away who he was, I had known him for years. I had been infatuated with him for years, but at the time I couldn't make the connection. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"The girl with me decided that he was a threat, so we pulled machine guns out of thin air and began to shoot at him. The bullets seemed to have no effect on him. They bounced off his chest as if he were Superman. He move closer to us. "I want her" he said pointing at me. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"I froze./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"Why?/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"What did he want with me?/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"Whatever his reasons, they couldn't have been good because I keep pointlessly shooting, hoping to God that he wouldn't reach me. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"The girl gave her last final shoots and then ran away, abandoning me to save her own life. He moved closer, but I kept shooting in a desperate attempt to keep him away. Then I ran out of bullets, and the only thing that stood between me and a crazy but very attractive man, was a now empty gun. So I threw it at him, hoping maybe it would hit him in the head and knock him out. This hope was short lived, as he dodged the gun and it flew down the hallway. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"Oops. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"I did the only other thing I could do, I ran. I ran as fast as my legs could take me, which was not very fast. He caught up with me and grabbed me by my hair. The inertia sent my legs flying up in the air and my whole body fell back on the floor. He dragged me by my hair down the hallway. I kept screaming "Let go! You're hurting me!" but he just ignored me. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"We reached the doors and he dragged me through them. Once we were outside he pulled me up onto my feet and pulled me in till we were nose to nose. "Don't make another sound." he said. I didn't want to keep quiet. I wanted to scream, I wanted to be found, but I nodded. Before I could really process what was happening, he lifted me up with one arm, held me to his chest, and started walking. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"I was stunned. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"I didn't feel afraid any more, or worried. I felt safe. I just leaned against his chest, taking in his smell and his heart beat and let him carry me away to God knows where to do God knows what./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"I wasn't alone. A girl was with me, a girl I never met before, but knew for years. I don't remember her name or her face. That's how it always is, I'm always with someone who I've never seen before but still know, and I can never remember them after. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"What I do remember is that she was walking with me when he came in. I knew right away who he was, I had known him for years. I had been infatuated with him for years, but at the time I couldn't make the connection. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"The girl with me decided that he was a threat, so we pulled machine guns out of thin air and began to shoot at him. The bullets seemed to have no effect on him. They bounced off his chest as if he were Superman. He move closer to us. "I want her" he said pointing at me. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"I froze./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"Why?/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"What did he want with me?/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"Whatever his reasons, they couldn't have been good because I keep pointlessly shooting, hoping to God that he wouldn't reach me. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"The girl gave her last final shoots and then ran away, abandoning me to save her own life. He moved closer, but I kept shooting in a desperate attempt to keep him away. Then I ran out of bullets, and the only thing that stood between me and a crazy but very attractive man, was a now empty gun. So I threw it at him, hoping maybe it would hit him in the head and knock him out. This hope was short lived, as he dodged the gun and it flew down the hallway. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"Oops. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"I did the only other thing I could do, I ran. I ran as fast as my legs could take me, which was not very fast. He caught up with me and grabbed me by my hair. The inertia sent my legs flying up in the air and my whole body fell back on the floor. He dragged me by my hair down the hallway. I kept screaming "Let go! You're hurting me!" but he just ignored me. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"We reached the doors and he dragged me through them. Once we were outside he pulled me up onto my feet and pulled me in till we were nose to nose. "Don't make another sound." he said. I didn't want to keep quiet. I wanted to scream, I wanted to be found, but I nodded. Before I could really process what was happening, he lifted me up with one arm, held me to his chest, and started walking. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"I was stunned. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"I didn't feel afraid any more, or worried. I felt safe. I just leaned against his chest, taking in his smell and his heart beat and let him carry me away to God knows where to do God knows what./p