Schizo

Prologue

He deserved to die, just not that way, my way. It wasn't my fault. He chose his fate....

            "Hey, hey girl," I looked over to see a man who looked about thirty, waving me over. I quickly looked away and walked away from him faster. It was almost dark and I didn't know this man at all. I cursed at myself for walking down this ally so late, although I've done this more than a hundred times. Suddenly a pair of large hands put me in a headlock and roughly dragged me into the darkest part of the ally. I screamed and tried to squirm out of his grasp as he quickly covered my mouth. I bit down on his hand as hard as I could until I felt his blood enter my mouth.

            He yanked his and away from my mouth and pushed me into the wall. His body pressed mine into the brick wall as hard as he could. He's trying to smother me! With his left hand he pushed the knife against my neck with enough force to make me wince in pain. This seemed to amuse him as he let out a low chuckle. Where is my knight in shining armor? Where is my hero? I refuse for this to be my end. I was determined to do something and be strong, but I am utterly defenseless against this bulky man. I started to panic and started to claw at his face with my long purple nails. Feeling somewhat empowered I fought back against my attacker and tears. I was getting a slight upper hand as I clawed at his eyes. Just as I got ready to shove him with all my strength, he grabbed my head and thrashed it into the wall. I gasped loudly at the sound of a sickening crack and I collapsed to the ground. "Stupid little girl, you should have just gave in," he said as he crouched down next to me and sweetly patted my hair. My eyes fluttered close without my permission.

            I awoke drenched in a liquid. My eyes slowly gained clarity. I glanced at my hand; red thick liquid stained my clothes. My breath caught in my throat as I recalled my attack. Is this my blood? Am I dead? I checked myself for injuries of any kind. I cautiously touched the back of my head with my hand. It felt hard like crusted blood, however, there was too little for all this blood to be mine. I looked at the huge pool of blood I was sitting in and shuddered at the sight of it. Confused, I tried to look around for an answer as to what happened after I passed out; I moved my head and a sharp pain and throbbing followed. Enduring the pain, I looked to my right to see another pool of blood and a man's shoe. I looked harder at the blood on the ground. It was smeared along the ground as if the victim had been dragged.