burning pain[[part seiss]]
-We’re here Ivanna, we made it, they’re gone and we’re here, we’re finally here, we’re safe Ivanna, - The injured woman said as she clutched her bloody leg. I gazed up at the huge building in front of me contentedly, relived that we were finally there.
We walked together towards the ancient building, dragging our tired, exhausted feet across the dirt. I was afraid we were losing time; I could sense the wounded woman collapsing into my arms, dead.
-Hey! – I heard a shout behind me, - You can’t go in there! Stop, - I turned, saw a man sprinting towards me and the hurt woman, and began running towards the door of the old building. I could hear him on my heels. It amazed me that I could still run. I felt completely and absolutely relaxed. I felt like I could run forever, like the man behind me would tire and be able to chase me no longer.
I finally reached the door, but could still feel the man closing up on me. I wondered if running into the building was a bad idea, I could be running straight into a trap, I wouldn’t know where to go, and would be completely lost in the building.
-Don’t move, stay where you are, - I felt the man’s breath on my neck, I had stood still for too long. He brought his arm around my neck, he squeezed and squeezed. I gagged and cried, but he just kept wringing my neck with his rough round fingers. My head started to spin, I couldn’t breathe, he was holding onto my neck and not letting go, I was scared to death. I tried bringing my hands up, to try and pry loose his fingers, but his fingers were locked onto my neck.
- Please, please, just let me go, - I tried to say, but all that came out was even more choking and gagging and not even I could understand what I was trying to say. I felt him move.
Yes, he’s going to let me go, thank you god, I thought I was going to die; I thought that would be my last breath in this world. I was almost sure that in a couple of seconds I would be joining Michael, joining him to wherever he had gone.
He took one hand off of my neck, I tried wriggling loose, but he looped his whole arm around my neck, not even letting me move my head. I rolled my eyes down, trying to see what he was doing with his other hand, his free hand. My eyes followed him down to his pockets, where he pulled out a long and thin blade.
Oh, my, god, he’s going to kill me, he’s going to slit my throat. – I thought as my wide eyes followed his hand, now tightly holding onto the slim blade up to my neck.
Filed by two26 at May 22nd, 2008 under Uncategorized
