Random Stories For Random People

12:00 a.m.

11:50 p.m.
I was walking back home from work. I was tired. I took the shortcut home through the park.

11:51 p.m.
I heard male footsteps behind me. The more footsteps I made the faster his became. I pulled down my skirt that I didn't wear since high school.

11:52 p.m.
I broke into a run. Panic started playing it's little violin. I was followed by rapid, heavy footsteps.

11:53 p.m.
I saw the street at the end of which my hose was located. I sped up.

11:54 p.m.
A heavy hand was wrapped around my neck. Panic added drums, tubas, and double bases to it's little orchestra. A hand was placed around my waist gluing my hands to my sides. I tried to struggle but the hands tightened their grip.

11:55 p.m.
"What is such a hot chick doing on the streets alone at night?" Said a man's voice. I started crying.

11:56 p.m.
"Don't cry, you don't want the police making a picture of your swollen face, huh? But what does it matter, you won't see the pic anyways." I wanted to yell but the hand around my neck was moved to my mouth before I could open it.

11:57 p.m.
"How did you imagine your death hottie? Probably you never even got the thought you will die right? How old are you, 19? 20?" He let out a maniacal laugh. I was squirming trying to save my as but his grip was too strong. I was too weak for him. His hand could go all the way around me. There were no chances of escape.

11:58 p.m.
"I have a knife here. I also have rope. A glass bottle would also do. A hammer. Strong anesthetics. Would you like to pick our you will leave the courtesy to me, hottie? It's sad you won't be able to comb your beautiful blond hair anymore. I wish my hair was blond. But my birch of a mother married a Cuban man. I look like him. No chance of blonde hair. I like you blue eyes too." As I presumed his hand could go all the way round me. He was softly rubbing my back with the hand he was still tightly holding my hands down.

11:59 p.m.
"It was nice to meet you hottie, but alas, I have other business to do and I can't stay too long with you. I could have let you you go but I have come this far so let's get to the point. It won't be long. I think you will like anesthetics best, right hottie?" He released my mouth, I tried to yell but Panic was playing music so loudly, Fear and Stupidity came to listen. They reached their hands toward my brain and told it to make my voice go to Hawaii for a holiday. I saw a syringe with a needle and liquid inside "this is the anesthetic. Beautiful thing. Just like your hair and eyes. Well good bye hottie. I hope I won't see you in a long time."

12:00 a.m.
I felt something in my upper arm. In a few seconds I wasn't scared anymore. I didn't feel the urge to struggle. I wanted to sleep. So that's how anesthetics work. Interesting. My eyelids are drooping. I can't hold them up. I felt my self fall on the ground. I felt a kiss on my cheek and a "sleep tight hottie." From my killer, and I don't remember anything else.