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"Nononono..."

You stumble through the orange-tinted streets, your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, most of which ridicule you for choosing to leave the apartment at 8 PM, knowing damn well you promised to be there by 9. 

The cold air stings your exposed arms and thighs as you rush to the address GG had sent you. You hiss through your teeth, resisting the absolutely agonizing ache you've been enduring.

You let out a wobbly sigh as you push on forward.

Time drags on as you stumble dangerously through the ominous quiet. The tempting glow of a single flickering streetlight hints at a possible alley that cuts right through the block. 

The temptation to take the shortcut overwhelms your psyche and despite yourself, you submit.

It's mostly dark; a dim bronze-ish outline of the dumpsters and litter stand being illuminated. Aside from that though, it looked pretty clear of any probable risks. 

With trembling fingers, you slip the straps of your purse off your shoulder and pull out your blood-red taser.

The alley is eerily silent.

The cold wind howls loudly against your face. A shiver unrelated to the usual chill of the night crawls down your spine, forcing your grip to tighten around the ready taser.

As if on cue, someone grabs you by the arm, "Hey, you dro-"

Your body jolts and a shrill shriek escapes from your lips as you instinctively jab the taser into their arm, the taser immediately ignites prompting the stranger to yelp out in pain. 

You hear a thud as a shadowed object is released from his grip.

"Ack! Fucking.. Fuck!" His pale white eyes stare at you with shock before glancing back down at his wounds.

The burst of adrenaline still surges through your veins.

Now just run.

Why can't I run?

Run.

Please.

Why am I stuck?!

FUCKING RUN!

He recovers fast, his naturally flushed skin is especially rouged near the taser's 'bite mark'.

He swiftly pulls his gun out of his back pocket and points straight to the center of your face, you flinch and fight the urge to scream. 

It's a no-brainer your screams would reach nobody.

"Fucking bitch." He seethes, his voice low and hateful, his pupil-less eyes frantic with unsheathed rage. His grip tightens on his weapon, the muzzle pointed at your forehead. 

You're frozen in place.

Holy shit... Am I really going to die? 

'I know I've said I wish I was dead multiple times, but God.. whoever you are please. Please.. I want to live. I beg you. I'll start believing. I'll pray. Every day. I'll even go to church.. please.. just let me live.'

The stranger cocks his gun, his finger straining on the trigger.

This is it.

You pinch your eyes shut.

You're dead.

The deafening sound of the gunshot rattles the peaceful quiet of the night. 

You keep your eyes tightly knit together, as though afraid of coming to terms with the fact that you've been shot.