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Here is the second addition for those of you who care to continue. Have fun!
Suddenly he stood and started to walk towards me. I shot up, almost forgetting to duck my head and ran. The rain made everything blurry and I was soaked through in seconds. I slipped around in the mud and almost fell, but then I took to the rocks that lined the tracks and flew down them. I didn’t even look back, all I could see were those looming grey eyes and I ran even harder trying to get away. I turned away from the railroad and flew down a side street trying to make it to my house. I was certainly not a fast runner, but I had never had anything to run from. I ran until my heart felt like it would explode and my lungs would never harvest air again. I braved a glance behind me and found to my great surprise that I wasn’t being pursued. I stopped and gasped for air. I leaned up against a lamp post and felt my chest heaving. I looked around paranoid that he was standing just behind a tree, or he would walk around a corner and I would be dead. There was no one out on account of the rain. I lived in a rural neighborhood anyway, we rarely got traffic. I walked as fast as I could toward my house looking behind me every few steps. When I finally reached my house I pelted up the steps and rushed into my room. My mother and stepfather were arguing again. I shut the door and tried to block out the noise. I climbed into bed as I heard my stepfather slam my mother into the kitchen wall. She cried the rest of the night. I tossed and turned in bed, never able to get the noise out, knowing that if I went to her, she would do the same to me. Suddenly those looming grey eyes came back to me. I stared around my room, expecting him to jump out at me, afraid that any noise I made might set him off. The next morning I rose early and rushed out of the house without breakfast as my mother sat at the kitchen table defiantly. I sat down in my desk at school, and started unloading my school things as the teacher began talking about the industrial revolution. My mind was on other things. Suddenly Sarah Jennings chucked a used piece of gum at me and it landed on my shirt. The class laughed and the teacher glanced up but continued talking. I tried desperately to peel the gum off of my shirt but it left behind a sticky residue that had attached itself thoroughly. I tried to ignore the cat calls and rude comments that the others had begun to make. Suddenly the lights flickered off and on and then they where gone completely. The windows were already blocked off to keep us focused on our work, so it was pitch black in the large room. I looked around and my gaze suddenly shifted toward the door. My heart leapt through my throat as a pair of piercing grey eyes pushed up against the glass of the door, staring across the room at me. Everything melted away, everything but those steal cold grey eyes. I never took my eyes off the door, but suddenly the eyes disappeared into the dark and I felt my heart quicken as I looked around desperately. I moved out of my desk and backed toward the corner of the room. People began to gasp and I heard someone scream, but then all the noise faded away. I felt icy hands grab me and pull me close. Suddenly one of the hands was over my mouth and I was being lowered gently to the floor. I couldn’t breath. He was strangling me, sitting on my chest with both hands over my mouth and nose. I gasped for breath but none would come. It hurt! My lungs hurt and ached to be fed! I tried to breathe in, tried to struggle, but I couldn’t move. I felt the light headedness coming. Please, I begged, please let death come quickly, I can’t bare this pain any longer, and suddenly it was over…
(to be continued...)
Suddenly he stood and started to walk towards me. I shot up, almost forgetting to duck my head and ran. The rain made everything blurry and I was soaked through in seconds. I slipped around in the mud and almost fell, but then I took to the rocks that lined the tracks and flew down them. I didn’t even look back, all I could see were those looming grey eyes and I ran even harder trying to get away. I turned away from the railroad and flew down a side street trying to make it to my house. I was certainly not a fast runner, but I had never had anything to run from. I ran until my heart felt like it would explode and my lungs would never harvest air again. I braved a glance behind me and found to my great surprise that I wasn’t being pursued. I stopped and gasped for air. I leaned up against a lamp post and felt my chest heaving. I looked around paranoid that he was standing just behind a tree, or he would walk around a corner and I would be dead. There was no one out on account of the rain. I lived in a rural neighborhood anyway, we rarely got traffic. I walked as fast as I could toward my house looking behind me every few steps. When I finally reached my house I pelted up the steps and rushed into my room. My mother and stepfather were arguing again. I shut the door and tried to block out the noise. I climbed into bed as I heard my stepfather slam my mother into the kitchen wall. She cried the rest of the night. I tossed and turned in bed, never able to get the noise out, knowing that if I went to her, she would do the same to me. Suddenly those looming grey eyes came back to me. I stared around my room, expecting him to jump out at me, afraid that any noise I made might set him off. The next morning I rose early and rushed out of the house without breakfast as my mother sat at the kitchen table defiantly. I sat down in my desk at school, and started unloading my school things as the teacher began talking about the industrial revolution. My mind was on other things. Suddenly Sarah Jennings chucked a used piece of gum at me and it landed on my shirt. The class laughed and the teacher glanced up but continued talking. I tried desperately to peel the gum off of my shirt but it left behind a sticky residue that had attached itself thoroughly. I tried to ignore the cat calls and rude comments that the others had begun to make. Suddenly the lights flickered off and on and then they where gone completely. The windows were already blocked off to keep us focused on our work, so it was pitch black in the large room. I looked around and my gaze suddenly shifted toward the door. My heart leapt through my throat as a pair of piercing grey eyes pushed up against the glass of the door, staring across the room at me. Everything melted away, everything but those steal cold grey eyes. I never took my eyes off the door, but suddenly the eyes disappeared into the dark and I felt my heart quicken as I looked around desperately. I moved out of my desk and backed toward the corner of the room. People began to gasp and I heard someone scream, but then all the noise faded away. I felt icy hands grab me and pull me close. Suddenly one of the hands was over my mouth and I was being lowered gently to the floor. I couldn’t breath. He was strangling me, sitting on my chest with both hands over my mouth and nose. I gasped for breath but none would come. It hurt! My lungs hurt and ached to be fed! I tried to breathe in, tried to struggle, but I couldn’t move. I felt the light headedness coming. Please, I begged, please let death come quickly, I can’t bare this pain any longer, and suddenly it was over…
(to be continued...)