These were what she felt as she walked down the stairs and out of the door,
vanishing into the night.
A tear that glinted from the street lights rolled down her soft cheek. she did not bother to wipe it off.
she felt as a cold wind blew and kissed her cheeks. she walked straight on miserebly in the empty street
as she shivered violently and stuffed her hands deeper into her jacket pockets, and lifted up her shoulders
to try to keep warm.
A new set of emotions took over as she felt a presence behind her. The person was stalking her like a cat stalking
its prey. Silently, waiting to strike. She clenched her hands till she felt her nails dig into her skin.
Her legs went stiff after a moment she felt the presence. the person was still behind her, watching. She broke into a
run. The person did too.
Alas, she is trapped as she turned into a dead end. She had been sobbing while she was running. And now, her face,
now pale, is wet and sticky from tears, her nose and eyes were red. Heavily panting, trembling violently too, she turned
around to face the person.
Her face was dripping with horror as she saw her stalker come out from the shadows. That woman had an evil grin, her face twisted with madness, and a knife that was reflecting come silvery moonlight. this knife had been used to kill, and tonight, it was going to be used.