The alarm of not knowing where you are may seem normal. Sure, it can be nerve wracking, or frightening even, but we know not where we are more than we do. Turning down an unfamiliar street, or trying to find the right intersection in a new part of town. Finding out where you are, and where to go, usually isn't that frightening either. Pull out your phone and your three clicks away from Google maps, or roll down your car window and ask the nearest person for directions.
Being alone during these situations, however, can turn fear into something new entirely. I'm not talking about anxiety or nervousness. No. I'm talking about pure animal instincts kicking in, every possibility of the animal world kicking in. Your brain readies itself for the worst.
Instantly you believe there are attackers around every corner. Threats hidden behind every turn. Your body presenting itself as ready to fight off anything that dared messed with it, no matter how small and frail you are.
Well, my instincts weren't there for me when I needed them the most. I had gotten so used to wandering and being in unfamiliar places by myself, that it didn't frighten me anymore.
I wasn't even phased in the slightest, when I needed to be frightened the most.
And it will catch up with me.
Eventually.
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Cry Me A River Of Blood
Mystery / ThrillerWhen everything, and everyone, you've come to know and love, is destroyed, what do you do? Melanie does what any 21 year old girl would do. She falls apart. Happiness turns to sorrow, which gradually turns to rage.
