Pure Existence

Chapter 3: Attacked?

She was running, running too fast yet just too slow, for the guy - or at least what it seemed like by his heavy footsteps, his burly figure which was slightly visible under the black jacket. It was dawn. The big forest trees hovered over them, restricting any ray of sunlight from entering the forest cover. Day, just didn't seem to be moving farther away from her attacker,

She panted, her lungs ached, as if it were going to burst up like a balloon. she needed to breathe. Sweat trickled over her face, her legs cramped from running. Her hair flew like mist , covering her face partially. Suddenly, the scenario changed. It became broad daylight. Light, just what Day hated. It burnt her pale skin red. She could feel the burning sensation creep up to her.

As she glanced over her left shoulder to see how far she was from her attacker, she caught an eye of a blade. The attacker halted, and stood at attention with his hood over his head. Day, too stopped and turned around, facing her attacker. The blade shone like a million stars in the sunlight. As the reflection of the sun from the blade started to penetrate into her eyes, burning her eyes and blocking her vision, it was dark again. But this time it was dusk.

The sun was setting at the west. The attacker moved one step forward, lightly and cautiously. Day, turned back around and started to sprint away from her attacker, hearing his soft steps change into heavy strides. The cold wind slapped at Day's face, Running, Day tried to turn in a different direction, misleading the man. But alas! She tripped over an exposed tree root which was invisible to her eyes in the dark. Quickly working her reflexes, she freed her foot which was stuck from the tree root.

Glancing again at the attacker, over her shoulder, she realised that her attacker was barely a meter away from her. Day sprinted , only to crash at someone's hard chest. With her attacker behind her, and now a man in front, she looked up with sorrowful and innocent eyes.

With the faint moonlight, she could slightly make out the man's facial structure. As, after a couple of moments, her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she made out his features. She saw who was in front of her, she could feel his breath brush against her cheeks, she could smell him and hear his heartbeat. Right in front of her stood - Heymish.

She wanted to yell out, "Thank God Heymish it's you! He is going to kill me with that blade!"

But as soon as she opened her mouth to speak, she heard Heymish's soft and composed voice, "I am sorry Day."

The attacker struck the silver blade into Day's back. Day's lower jaw dropped in pain and agony. She couldn't react to anything. The strike had seemed to paralyze her body. She felt like a fly which was trapped in a spider's web and the spider was coming to devour it.

Her eyes were fixed on Heymish, tears swelled up, she tried shouting, but only air came out of her mouth. She outlined her lips, like she was saying 'Help.' without any sound coming out. But Heymish just stood there, and did nothing. All he said was, "I am sorry Day, I am sorry." His words echoed in her mind. Darkness shadowed her vision. I am sorry Day, I am sorry.

Day fell to the cold ground.