A woman sat cowering, alone in the bedroom of her apartment. Shivering and
shaking with fear.
She felt so alone-even though she knew someone was in the next room. She shuddered as she heard movement from the other room and curled up into an even tighter ball. She was terrified; what if he did it again? What if this time he killed her?
There was a crashing sound that she jumped at, she heard her front door open, slam shut and then it was silent.
"Is he gone?" she thought and wondered if she should stay where she was and wait or get some help. She decided on the latter.
Slowly she tried to get up, but the pain in her ribs was too strong. Once the pain had subsided she got up and stumbled at first but made her way into her lounge.
All the lights had been turned off, she let out a small yelp as she touched what was obviously a gash on her forehead. She made her way to the bathroom and fumbled around for the light switch.
The lights clicked on and she suddenly caught her reflection in the mirror- she almost fainted. She could see the gash on her forehead and one of her eyes was so badly bruised that it was swollen shut, her nose was bleeding and she had obviously broken some of her ribs.
She pulled a towel from the rack, soaked it in cold water and held it to her forehead, she looked across over the floor in the lounge and saw her cell phone. She crossed the floor and picked it up
"Damn"she shouted as he realised it was broken,
She looked over and caught sight of the house phone; the cord was cut, she buried her face in her hands and remembered her pager-her last hope.
She saw her pager on the floor along with her bag; she bent down to pick it up trying to ignore the sharp pain that was shooting through her chest.
Wind from an open window blew an ornament off of the windowsill and smashed it, making the woman jump and think her attacker had returned. She looked round the room fearfully until she saw the open window and smashed figurine.
She drew her attention back to her pager, which turned on for about 2 seconds and shut off completely. She threw it onto the floor in anger and desperation.
She felt so alone-even though she knew someone was in the next room. She shuddered as she heard movement from the other room and curled up into an even tighter ball. She was terrified; what if he did it again? What if this time he killed her?
There was a crashing sound that she jumped at, she heard her front door open, slam shut and then it was silent.
"Is he gone?" she thought and wondered if she should stay where she was and wait or get some help. She decided on the latter.
Slowly she tried to get up, but the pain in her ribs was too strong. Once the pain had subsided she got up and stumbled at first but made her way into her lounge.
All the lights had been turned off, she let out a small yelp as she touched what was obviously a gash on her forehead. She made her way to the bathroom and fumbled around for the light switch.
The lights clicked on and she suddenly caught her reflection in the mirror- she almost fainted. She could see the gash on her forehead and one of her eyes was so badly bruised that it was swollen shut, her nose was bleeding and she had obviously broken some of her ribs.
She pulled a towel from the rack, soaked it in cold water and held it to her forehead, she looked across over the floor in the lounge and saw her cell phone. She crossed the floor and picked it up
"Damn"she shouted as he realised it was broken,
She looked over and caught sight of the house phone; the cord was cut, she buried her face in her hands and remembered her pager-her last hope.
She saw her pager on the floor along with her bag; she bent down to pick it up trying to ignore the sharp pain that was shooting through her chest.
Wind from an open window blew an ornament off of the windowsill and smashed it, making the woman jump and think her attacker had returned. She looked round the room fearfully until she saw the open window and smashed figurine.
She drew her attention back to her pager, which turned on for about 2 seconds and shut off completely. She threw it onto the floor in anger and desperation.