Evening classes - VoodooDoll It was just like the other days, I woke up, got dressed, ate, went to school, met my boyfriend, and went home. Day in, day out. And of course, the fact that I was thinking Its just a regular day freaked me out. I never thought that. Silly me, I was just scared because we had a test. After the test, everything went as normal. Until our last 4 lessons of math. The teacher didnt show up, so we got to go early. Since it still was bright outside, I took the short way trough the city, and not trough the forest as I used to. Mom said it was safer in the woods at night, than in the city, because I could get snapped up and raped at late night. I took evening classes. From two pm to eight pm. It was because I was talented. So the talented children had evening classes. It was nice, really, I got to sleep longer. As I walked trough the streets, I felt really comfortable. Usually I was scared when I was in the city, but not this time. I even dropped by a star bucks and grabbed a double mocca. It was nice to have something warm when it was alittle chilly. They had close the bridge that led over the river and home. Everyone who were to cross, had to take the other bridge, trough the forrest. I cursed, and changed directions. It would take me alot of time to walk all the way back, and then trough the forest. I had come halfway trough the forest when I first noticed the chills. It was like someone was following me. A car passed. I felt the adrenalin go trough my blood. The car didnt stop. I walked on. Again the lights of a car hit me in the back. I waited for it to pass. It didnt. When I think about it, I couldnt hear the sound of a car either. I kept walking, didnt dare to turn around. I could hear my own footsteps. And someone elses. I kept walking. I heard my own breath, and someone elses. I kept walking. I could hear my heart beat, and someone sharpening a knife behind my back. I walked a little faster. I started to run. The tears rolled down my cheek. Someone laughed. The worst part about this is that hes still out there. Hes there, sharpening his knife and laughing. The last words I can remember, was go to sleep..
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 14:45:00 +0000
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