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Impossibly inlove...(doctor who)

Impossibly inlove...(doctor who)

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I panted slightly from my crouched position in the darkened ally. Hearing load footsteps stomp down on puddles in which were slowly forming on the pavement. My midnight hair, clung to me in a tatty formation, as my eyeliner formed black streaks down my pale, though slightly flushed cheeks. He can't of found me already, he's good but not that good, I'm one hell of a lot better. I slowly peaked my head over the top of a stinking garbage pile, my breath coming out in rigid pants. I saw his scowling face, red in anger as his eyes dart sharply round almost calculating everything. As his soulless green eyes darkened and narrowed slightly as he caught sight of my hair, a devilish smirk on his disgustingly cruel face. "Shit" I whispered
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Life was going okay...until I found out I had a stalker. That's when everything changed. ~~~~~ That’s when I heard the fence give way. I bolted for my left and sprinted as fast as I could. The rain burned my eyes and I had no idea where I was going. I was running blindly in a dark alleyway to God knew where. And, somehow, I knew I wouldn’t make it through without being caught. All of a sudden, I felt myself hurtling through the air. I let out a scream when my head made sickeningly painful contact with the slimy ground beneath me. That’s when he caught up with me. That’s when he dragged me to my feet, only eyes visible beneath his black mask. That’s when he whispered, ‘Keep still, and you won’t get hurt.’ Stupidly and feebly, I thrashed in his grip. And that’s when I caught a glimpse of the wet blade that glistened with rain drops, before he pressed it against my throat. Cliche, with a twist. Enjoy :) (It's better than it sounds, I promise!) #166 Mystery/Thriller #230 Romance

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