I walked quickly down the street, I clutched my purse. I've always been afraid of the night. I hated the way it felt, so helpless, and so alone. My flat was 2 miles away and I had missed my bus. I heard the wind and I snapped my head around, not a person was around, but I could feel eyes stinging on the back of my head. I started to break down. My eyes watered, my cheeks burned from the crisp air. My hair flowed all around me, like protection agaisnt the world. I walked faster and faster. Suddenly a blonde boy jumped out from nowhere. I screamed as if I was being tortured. He leaned close to me, "I'm Niall." he whispered, blowing on my ear afterwards giving me chills all over. "What do you want." I stuttered, as I held my purse up in fear. "I want you." he replied. He quickly looked me up and down. "I like you." he said smirking. I looked to his eyes but almost couldn't, they seemed to be a dark red. Which scared me even more. I tried to run but he tripped me and caught me again in a swift motion. He took my phone. He went contacts to find my number. "I'll text you." he said giving me a devilish wink. Then he left, in a flash. As if he had become air and been blown away. I looked around quickly. He wasn't anywhere to be found. I picked up my purse and ran home. I entered my flat and got myself a cup of water. I drank frantically, my encounter with the blonde boy, Niall, had made my throat close in fear. I tried to forget him as I got in the shower, as if attempting to wash away the experience. I got out and dried my hair, I combed through it nervously. My phone buzzed.
Niall: Hey, I told you I'd text you ;) xx
I threw my phone across the room, I cried, why me. Why had I become a target. I wanted to get away from him, but I felt like I was trapped in a web, a web of fear. And everywhere I moved, I would get more and more stuck.
