Alleyway: How I Survived Death

Chapter 1: Walking Home

It was late at night. I was walking home from work. I worked at a bar in Danaston, Wales. My heels were clicking to the floor and I was trying to peek through the darkness. My phone rang. I looked at my case. It was a custom design. It had a picture of me and my friends. Chelsea, Leslie, Raul, Justin. And me. None of us were happy that day. We had fake ass smiles on our face and yet that was the best picture we took.

I looked to see who it was. It was Chelsea. I answered.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hey girl!" she screamed. Chelsea was a very peppy girl. It didn't matter. She was my best friend. We've been behind each other physically and emotionally since as long as I could remember.

"Hey,what's up?" I asked. I always get to the point with phone calls with Chelsea.

"Nothin' much except that Raul broke up with Samara!" she explained. Raul was my crush. Fuck he was hot. I've fancied him since high school. Of course he never fancied me I don't think. He always fancied Samara.

"What!" my late reaction made Chelsea dumbstruck, "hey, Chelsea can we talk about this later I'm walking home and it's really dark."

"Okay," she replied, "but I want you to call me when you get home!" I hung up. I approached the corner of the street as I passed an alleyway. The street my apartment was on was closed.

"Damn it!" I shouted. Now I have to go around and take the long way. I could take the alleyway. It would take me into the blocked street and I could take a shortcut. Fuck it. I turned around. My heels were killing me! I walked down the alleyway.

It was very dark. There were houses built into the walls of the alleyway. I was nearing the end. All of a sudden a man emerged from the darkness.

He was shriveled and had a hunchback. He was slouching. He had ragged clothes and he had a ripped black shirt. He had a torn sweater. His jeans were ripped like the rest of his clothes. His shoes had holes and were ripped also.

"Hello," I started. He gave me a smile that made me shiver.

"Hello," he replied, "what is a girl like yourself doing out here so late at night?" His smile still remained and if possible grew bigger at his success to creep me out. 

"Well," I started, "I am walking home from wo-" 

"Mhmm and where do you work?" he interrupted. This dude was really starting to creep me out.

"Ice cream shop," I lied. 

"Why are you lying to me?" he said. What the fuck? How did he know that? Enough was enough. 

I started running. Bad idea. My high heels made me fall and the man was on top of me. He was humping my back.

"Get the fuck off me creep!" I screamed. I screamed. He gagged me and my screams were muffled. He wanted me. He was going to rape me! "HELP!" I tried screaming.

"Stop, fighting it love," he no longer was using his creepy voice. He had the voice of a normal man. The tears started to rush down my face. I didn't want to get raped. I didn't even know this freak! "Don't cry love," he told me, "we will have you in Doom's hands in no time." Doom? Am I going to die? I kicked him in the back. He grunted. I used this to my advantage. I started running. I removed my heels. I was not going to let that lead to my doom.

"HELP," I screamed removing the gag. I ran towards my apartment. I kept screaming. I burst through the front doors of the lobby. The doorman was not present. Have to get to my room. I ran towards the elevator. I clicked button 6. I pressed close door. I heard stomping footsteps. My stomach churned. He was chasing me!  The elevator went to floor six. Please get me home safe. Please! The elevator door opened. I heard him chasing me up the stairs. Thump. Thump. Thump. I took out my key from my back pocket. I rushed to door 6G. I opened the door. I saw him drawing close. I gave a squeal of panic. I rushed in and slammed the door. I locked it and locked the fire escape window. I had no idea what lengths this creep would go to to get me. Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Knock knock love," he said at the door, "let me in." I took out my phone and dialed 9-1-1. The phone was beeping. Low battery? Are you kidding?  I picked up the house phone and hung up on my cell phone. I dialed the number again. The operator answered. 

"Hello?" she asked.

"Hello," I said, "there is a crazy man who attacked me in an alleyway. He tried to take me to Doom or something. He followed me to my apartment on Parksdale Street 4676. Apartment 6G. He is banging on my door. Help me!"

"Sweetie calm down," she said in a worried voice, "the road is closed so it might be a while, okay? You need to lock the door and windows." A while? How long was a while. The phone gave a loud beep. The phone line went out. I was really worried. I stretched for my phone. Five percent was left. Fuck.

I dialed Chelsea's number. She answered.

"Hey girl," she said, "I was getting worried you weren't gonna-" 

"No time," I told her, "phone almost dead. Pursuer. Attacked me. Cut off phone line. Chased me. Knocking on door. You need to tell the police that when they question you." 

"What's going on? Are you alright?" she sounded worried. Her voice died out. My screen went black and my phone was dead. The lights flickered off. I gave a scream. The window was smashed into bits and pieces. He climbed the fire escape? 

"I'm here love," he said with a smile of success. What did he want with me? Why was I so important? He took out a syringe. He was going to kill me. "This will only put you to sleep love" 

"Why am I so important?" I questioned him. He was stumped.

"You will find out soon love," he replied.

"STOP CALLING ME LOVE!" I shouted. I ran to the kitchen. I grabbed a knife. He was too quick. As I turned around he stabbed my vein in my arm. I screamed. Blood gushed out. It tricked down my fingers. My eyes felt droopy and I fought too stay awake. He must have used a type of sedative on me. I fell on the ground. He lifted me up.

"We will be at the judging place soon love," he informed me. I had no strength to argue. My mind relaxed. I fell asleep as he dragged me out the window. Jagged pieces of glass cut my back as he dragged me through the broken window. He put me in a bag and threw me down the fire escape. Six story fall? I surely would not survive. I braced myself for the blow. Right before I hit the ground my body turned off. The sedative saved me from the painful landing.

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