On the run

The streets of London... at night

The cold December night breeze hit me like a fist in the face as I opened my front door. I wrapped my scarf around my black fluffy coat to keep warm.
My fingertips so numb I didn't feel the door handle under my hand as I shut my deep blue door. The colour reminded me of Rachel's eyes. I have brown eyes and Millie had the brightest blue eyes. They lit up every time she laughed. Her smile as beautiful as her mothers.
My phone vibrated in my hands, a text came through from a private number.

Hope you get there safely. I don't know what we would do if something were to happen to you

We? What we would do? Who the fuck is 'we' referring to? Maybe it was from my parents?

Another text comes through from the same number

Oxford street, 2 lefts follow the lights

I wasn't sure wether to do what it said or not as I didn't know who it was from but my parents did mention that a road was shut so I would have to go another way; I didn't know this way though.

I started walking the normal way to my parents house, arguing with myself wether or not to listen to the mysterious message or my own instinct. I've lived in London all of my life so I know my way around.

Cold. That was all I felt. The gentle December wind on my cheeks, causing me to become Rudolph. I could see my breath, fogging up in front of me. I exhaled through my nose, my breath once again visible; I felt like a dragon. My vision was blurred but I could make out a deep blue sky with small twinkling lights.

My finger tips were blue; I rubbed them together, hoping for some warmth. The sound of car horns and late night fights filled my ears alike the blood in my mouth. My feet were numb with coldness and pain.

Some kind of instinct told me to go around the next corner; as I did, my foot fell down a hole in the path. My ankle twisted and I cried out in pain; like a dog having its tail stepped on. The cold December wind clawing at my face.

The taxis horns and engines echoed up the cobbled street. I could hear so many noises, but I managed to focus on one thing. Everyone heard the footsteps gaining on me.

The streets of London rapidly disappeared behind me as I hobbled into some dark alleys. The strong, cold wind pushing me along deeper into the mysterious side streets. A lamp post flickered like a thousand moths were flying around it. Colourful graffiti engulfed the base of the lamp post with people's names carved into the cool metal as the sound of girls heels tapping, echoed down the street behind me. The paths stone was grey and dull in colour.

Don't step on the cracks...

The darkness of the December night loomed over London. The clouds started to cry, letting tiny droplets fall, bouncing off the top of the lamp post. Larger droplets cascaded down the cold metal, just like the blood down my leg. My peeling skin resembled the peeling paint paint on the tall wooden fence that stood beside me. Splinters sticking out like a hedgehogs spikes.