I Don't Regret It

I was walking down an unfimliar and dark road as a short cut from Dallas's house. It was quiet. The only thing you I could hear was my steady footsteps and the crisp wind whispering in my ear.  My sholder lengh, blonde hair was whiping across my cold, red face. 

Thump

Thump

Thump

Now I could hear more than the wind and my footsteps...... I could hear the sound of other faint steps lurking behind me.  

I'm hearing things.

That little voice kept telling me.

Thump

Thump

Thump

There they are again...... I turned around, nothing.

You are hearing things.

The voice said again.

Thump

Thump

Thump

I picked up my pace.  At night, this isn't the place a sixteen year-old girl wants to be at this time.   

I turned around for a split second just to comfirm to myself that I, in fact, was just hearing things.

I'm wrong...........

There it is, a figure, a person, someone that is following me.

I started sprinting. I still hear them, but heavier and more distinct

Terrified....... that is an understatement......

I didn't realize, whilei was to busy thinking to myself, that i was slowing down. By the time i tried to regain my speed there was an arm around my waist and a hand over my mouth.

I tried to scream.....but I couldn't.......it wouldnt come out of my mouth.........

"Cat got your tongue?" He spoke.

I could ear the smirk in his voice.  His voice wasnt what I expected.......it didnt sound like an old creeper.... it was more child-like......teen-like........

I squirmed; kicked; and strugled to get out of his firm grip, but it was no use. He is to strong.  He threw me in the back of a van.

Click

Locked in.

Shocked and scrared.

I regret walking down here...........

Should i continue??