A/N: Sorry for not updating! I hope you enjoy!
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She looked behind her in the pitch-black night. He was still after her; she could see his outline. She was slowing down with each stride, the pain in her chest increased. She needed to catch her breath or she would collapse. She wasn't stopping; she would rather die than stop. She looked behind her, again. He was on her heel. Any minute now, he would tackle her.
Oh, god.
She let out a shriek when she went falling to the ground. He turned her over.
No. Oh, god. No.
She tried to push him off of her. He was too strong and all that running decreased her strength.
Still trying to wrestle him off, she started to cry when all those childhood memories started to flashback.
Hide your face! Hide your face! He's coming!
He walked towards her.
Oh, god. Help me!
He ripped open her shirt.
She sobbed as she squeezed her eyes, tightly.
She let out a loud scream, trying to get anyone attention.
He covered up her mouth with his hand.
"I am unharmed and can't be seen, I am unharmed and can't be seen..."
She cried hysterically, nobody was coming.
He unzipped his jeans.
Each step, he was getting closer to her.
He unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. She still tried to push him off but it was no use.
Oh, god.
She couldn't move. His own weight was on top of her. He sat on her with her between his legs. She couldn't do anything to prevent it. He still covered her mouth, she couldn't scream. She couldn't save her life.
Suddenly, she saw something light as it went into her direction. It was coming down the road. It was somebody's headlights.
She wanted to do something, anything.
The car was coming closer.
She let out another scream when he accidentally uncovered her mouth.
That alarmed the driver.
The person came to a halt and he ran the other direction. Leaving her where she was.
The person's outline got out of the car and went towards her.
"Miss, are you okay?"
She lay there quivering. Somehow, there was blood coming from her nose. He must have hit her when she was fighting. She could feel the ooze of blood coming from her head. She must have hit the sidewalk really hard. She looked down and saw that blood covered her whole area.
He raped her.
She shook her head at the man as he kneeled down.
Her eyesight was blurry. She was slipping out of reality.
The man peered down to get a closer looked at her face.
"Sara?"
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T.B.C