Anonymous

chapter 6

Schools almost over now, and much to my pleasure, it had been a different day.

I don’t know if it was better or not, but it was different. And that ,I think, is enough.

After our last class ended, I don’t exactly have anyone to talk to

i packed my bag and was headed towards home/house / the place i am going to live in as long as i don’t get independent.

I usually walked home alone and in silence as i watched my fellow classmates following suit.

Some people walked in pairs, some individually, some were hurrying and some were delaying their pace so that they can catch up with as much gossip as possible.

Soon enough, i was walking alone and occasionally  passing by people.

Or so i thought.

As i turned a corner, i felt it, someone’s hurrying feet , and me becoming a nervous wreck i am, i began walking faster. 

Times like this makes me want to punch myself for not being well prepared.

The footsteps following me did not stop neither did it toned down, so i began running.

As fast as i could, hence , not very fast.  

I turned another corner and immediately started looking for hide outs. I can’t run back to my home now,  i  am
already tired and its too far away. And with my speed, i may never reach before the person catches up with me.

I saw a truck in a corner and it was not a bad place to hide. The street light was beside it, therefore casting shadows from the top which made the hiding spot pretty dark.

I quickly hid behind it , hoping the person would loose my lead and go away.

After i calmed my breathing, i tried to listen into silence to hear anything as mere as a footstep.

I don’t know how much time passed by but my heartbeat was nowhere near calmness.

After what felt like eternity, i got up to peak through the empty space for any sign of a living being, and i only saw trees.

Relief washed over me like a heavy downpour.

* tap tap*

Spoke too soon.

I have no clue how many things i felt in a moment , but i am pretty sure i didn’t get an heart attack.

My heart and soul had already left my body. Traitors.

I turned my head in slow motion, as in cliché horror movies, only to find someone who almost made me a murderer.
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