She was alone and she was frightened, walking the long way home along the winding broken pathways she struggled to remain calm. "Just a mile that's it, you can make it" her conscience willed her but it didn't serve to lessen her apprehension that something was gravely wrong.
She closed her eyes willing her mind to concentrate on the sounds that surrounded her. The low whistle of the gentle breeze, the far off distant traffic that cruised down the highway and then... something else. What she had dreaded hearing but had somehow known was there all along, the unmistakeable and ominous sound of footsteps behind her, to be specific the distinct thud of heavy boots on the footpath.
"Not again" she thought, "not now of all times" and thats when she ran for it the footsteps gathering pace behind her quite a fair distance away but gaining momentum with every passing second.
She gathered speed not daring to even glance behind her for fear of slowing down. Her breathing was becoming gradually heavy and haggard and she knew she couldn't keep up this same pace for much longer.
The laces of her converse caught under her causing her to lose but quickly regain her balance but that was all it took because the heavy boots didn't stop, not even for a second.
They were coming for her, they had always been coming for her. It had only been a matter of time really. Suddenly her legs gave way beneath her and she crumpled in an ungraceful heap on the cold hard ground. She closed her eyes praying for the end, praying this fear would finally be over except it never came.
Slowly reopening her eyes she eased herself gingerly to her feet and glanced behind her down the street.
There was no one there, the street was desolate and eerily quiet. Even she couldnt imagine something like that, her fear was still palpable in the air and yet...nothing.
It didn't seem possible and yet here she was alive and without even a scrape. Looking around her she discovered she was only a few yards from home.
Planting a false smile on her features she walked towards her house, it was best no one knew anything about this.
Paranoia, that was all. That's what all the doctors had told her.Healthy in small amounts but potentially lethal in excess. And yet behind her perfectly engraved in the pavement - the muddy imprint of a boot.
She guessed she would just have to keep running and never look back.
A/N: This story not edited currently, will get around to it at some point, thanks for reading :) S.
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Paranoia
Mystery / ThrillerTessa is sixteen, from a quick glance as ordinary as an Irish teenager can get, but the thing is she is the farthest from ordinary anyone could have realized. Since she was a child she has been crippled with an inexplicable fear that someone or some...
