How I died

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"Sarah?" I hear Beckem call. I put on a sweet smile and turn around. My prom dress twirling on the sweat covered floor. Distansting myself from him was harder than I thought it would be. I liked Beckem but he was a perv. And annoying.

"Yes?"

"I think as the King and Queen we deserve a dance. Wouldnt you?" His eyes are glinting in an ugly way. Like he's undressing me with them. I roll my eyes.

"Of course Beckem." I take his hands in mine and step closer to him. By now I can smell the beer pouring off him. It's rather disgusting.

His hands grip my body tightly and uncomfortably. But everyone is watching so I keep the smile on my face and let him lead. Beckem doesnt really know how do dance, I dont doubt he didnt even bother trying to learn.

He presses his lips sloppily against mine and I taste his nasty breath. I dont pull back though, or that would look like I dont like it. Which I dont. But as I said- Everyone is watching.

"Love you babe," He says breathing in my ear.

"Yep," I say smiling weakly. I know he doesnt love me. He's just making good show.

Thats what everyone did at this school. If you looked perfect, you were perfect. And right now I was looking pretty perfect.

I step out of his sweaty arms and go to get a drink. He doesnt bother asking where I was going so I dont say. He just goes over to his friends who are just as meaty as him.

"That was so romantic Sarah." Bren says to me as I go tworads the gym doors to get air. I smile at the sweet blonde girl in front of me. If only she knew.

"Thanks. I was . . .stuck in the moment."

"Awe! You guys are going to last forever."

My smile gets wider. Thinking of that makes me want to laugh. Yeah forever meaning for about a week longer. Or until he gets me in bed. Thats what he did to girls. Get what he wanted then left. But I was going to be different. I was going to break up with him.

Not the other way around.

I go outside into the night air and let my pores fill with the coolness.

"Hello?" I hear someone call. He sounded like a middle aged man. I guess I should have remembered the "Dont talk to any one you dont know", rule that I learned when I was a kid. But I walked over to the voice and said

"Hello? Sir?" I call out. Hands grab my neck. the pull firmly and drag me away. Another hand clamps down on my mouth. A scream still longs in my throat only audible to people close.

There arent any people close.

"It's okay now. It's going to be okay." He says over and over again. He pushes me into a van and hurries around to the front. But I lock the doors. I may be stupid enough to fall for him in the begining but I'm making up for it.

"Hey!" He yells pulling on the doors. I laugh and start the black van. I start to drive away when I realize I didnt know where to go. Anywhere I go he will follow. I try to think of the one place I used to go that was far away.

I drive out of the school parking lot and soon I hear a bike following me. I go faster and faster. My heart is pounding inside me, preparing to burst. I am scared. I am so scared. But I can do this, I've seen CSI Miami. And Criminal Minds. All I had to do was call 911 and everything would be okay.

Right?

I am about to dial 911 when I see the blue and red lights flashing behind me. DId they already know? Wait no I'm speeding. I pull over on the side lane and wait for the officer. "Hello Miss," He says to me as I pull down the window.

I try my best to smile but I can stil hear the bike in the background waiting for the officer to leave.

"Can I see your licens?" He asks me.

"Wait Offcier," I look at his badge. "Officer Logan the man on the bike behind me is following me." Officer Logan narrows his eyes but takes a step back to look at the man. "Give me a speeding ticket if you have to but please. Get him away from me." I beg him.

He nods and walks away from me to the man. I hear murmers of talk and then I hear a cut off scream. Hope fully it was the man. "Sarah?" I hear the man call. My eyes widen as I see through the review mirror Officer Logan lying dead. Blood trickles from the bullet wound in his chest.

A scream dies in my throat as I peel away from the man running after me and plunge into the night. Hoping to find a way away from him.

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