Night Walk

Just A Night Walk

She woke up in the middle of the night, "Again." She mumbled as she sat up from we're she lay on the cold ground. "Again." She let out another mumble. The girl got up and began to walk. "Again." She mumbled. Her mind ran as she steadily walked down the cool rainy sidewalk, Every night, why every night. Running from something I don't even know, this thing that wakes me every night, why? Her thoughts running around like a lion to its prey. The street next to her was wide and slick, the blackness slightly dotted with white shine from the rainfall, it was peaceful one could say, peaceful to the normal eye, not to all. What was that? Who's there? Why are you fallowing me? Stop! Her thoughts shouted out in fear, but outside her mind everything was fine everything was silent. Leave me alone! She burst out in a voice broken with fear. Don't come closer! I need you to leave me alone! Please! Please! Someone help! She screamed again, the silence shattered, fully believing there was something after her, a man, tall, slim, old silver hair, and a fear sticking face. No, dont touch me! Please! Leave me alone! Stop! Her scream now blood curdling as she ran, her footsteps hard and quick on the slick ground, her mind making her believe he was just arms length away, his old skinny fingers reaching out for her, a large dark smile along his face. "I just want to talk. Come here let's hangout!" His voice rang in her head. No, I can't! Stop! She screamed again, her voice echoing in the neighborhood. "Just let me touch you." She heard him whispering in her ear. Stop! Just stop, I can't! Let go of me! She screamed fearful tears trickling down her cheeks, she crouched down in the middle of the street her arms over her head in fear, and with a flash of light she lay on the black pavement motionless, a red river flowing from her head and mouth.
"Yeah he hit her real good, the guy said she was just sitting dead center of the street, he didn't have time to turn the car, a shame isn't it?" An officer said to his co-worker as he watched the girl be carried away in a body bag, the whole neighborhood watching. "Yeah, real shame." She lay in the morgue, her cold still body staring at nothingness, her eyes still open with pure fear, her last moments a horror. A morgue worker sit at his desk, it was about one in the morning, and he should have been home by then. He sat there looking at the girls file his old skinny fingers, holding the papers, his tall slim body sat hunched over in the chair, and his silver hair, shining in his lamps light. "I'm sorry for what I did to you Willow, I'm sorry." As he read aloud her file. Willow:Female, Brown Hair, Blue Eyes, Pale Skin. Mental State: Schizophrenic. Diagnosed: Age 5. Date Of Disappearance: 2001. Date Found:2018. Condition: Diseased, Raped. Rapist:Never Found.