Chapter 8: Prey
I really wish I'd have let him walk away, but I was ignorant.
Something commanded me to kill him, so I tried.
I followed him, and grabbed him by his hair, and pulled as hard is I could. When his head flew back, his face faced the sky, and his throat did as well.
I drew my keys, and jabbed them into his Adam's apple.
He bled, and bled, and bled.
I let go off his hair, and he fell to the ground.
For about thirty seconds he didn't move, but then, he got back onto his feet.
He drew a knife from a pocket on his jumpsuit.
He turned toward me, and began to move closer.
I should have left him alone.
He grabbed me by my throat, and began to squeeze.
He slowly and gradually lifted me higher, until my feet were two feet off the ground.
I couldn't breathe, and my throat felt so much intense pain.
I began to spit up blood.
I couldn't see his eyes, but I saw from his nose down.
He had his hair in his face. He had a black beard that covered his face, cheek-to-cheek.
He was smiling, and he licked his lips.
Suddenly, he dropped me.
I thudded onto the concrete sidewalk.
He kicked me in the ribs, and I flew four feet away.
He then turned away, and left.
I laid on the cold hard concrete for a few minutes, writhing in pain, and clutching my ribs.
He didn't kill me, but there is now a bruise the size of two footballs on my left side.
My throat was sore for another week after that.
Quite frankly, my life fucking sucks…
Short, but whatever. If you don't know who attacked her, then don't bother reading on, because I'm not going to waste time explaining the obvious, and you'll just be confused. Capuche? R/R Zach