Trigger warning for entire story on the final chapter
29 December 2017
Amelia walked along the alley of the cold winters street, breathing out tiny clouds of condensation almost as white as her pale skin in the moonlight. She felt the music in her ear buds pour into her as she crunched the gravel underneath her boots. She always took this route since she moved here; she knew every crack in the wall, every burned out cigarette and every sacramento green broken glass bottle, and every last rodent who would hiss and screech as she walked pass. Everything in her life was mundane, everything in her life was repetitive, everything in her life was ritual. However, It wasn't until she heard the shattering of a glass bottle thrown at her feet, tiny shards penetrating below her knees leaving shards of glass slicing into her skin that she realised she was being followed. Her whole body stiffened as her breathing hitched.
Cautiously, she removed her ear phones and began to turn around, an alternative pop song died down as it slowly traveled into her pocket. Her deep red scarf fluttering in the wind as if trying to escape its fate, trying to avoid facing the other side of ally. She took a few deep breaths as she prepared herself for the confrontation that would take place once she could convince her body to turn around. there she was greeted by a tall, slim man with a sickening wide smile on his face; his hair swaying in the wind like grass in an open plain, his eyes dark and sinister like those of a camera lens.
She could taste the nicotine in the air where he stood and she could smell the alcohol on his breath when he spoke.
"Where you goin' sweet thing"
he mumbled the grin on his face somehow growing wider.
"Um I ..."
her voice growing higher. Suddenly, she could feel him all over her as he pushed her against the wall and she could sense a bruise forming in the back of her head. She felt dizzy, almost as if she was drowning. He slowly undid her coat button as she took a deep breath.
"I've been waiting all year for this moment."
Breathe in
He began to kiss her neck, speeding up with every strained movement she stride to make against him.
Breathe out
"now I'm finally going to have my release"
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Mystery / ThrillerCautiously, she removed her ear phones and began to turn around, an alternative pop song died down as it slowly traveled into her pocket. Her deep reef scarf fluttering in the wind as if trying to escape its fate, trying to avoid facing the other s...
