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- Story Listed as: True Life For Teens
- Theme: Action & Adventure
- Subject: Adventure
- Published: 11/29/2012
I shuffled down the street, my eyes flickering back and forth. Every opening door and every shrill birdcall caused me to jump. My hand unconsciously clenched into a tight fist and I quickened my pace. The sound of a car coming from behind me forced me to turn around, and my heart froze and my stomach turned icy as I saw the vermilion red Ford F-150 lumbering down the street, an unknown assailant operating it from behind the tinted windows.
Just like the car the newspaper described.
Breathe, Layla, breathe. I fought to control my breathing and calm my nerves. But fear overcame my brain and my body.
With out thinking, I turned back around, I ran down the street, and as I turned my head, I could see the car speeding up. Facing forward, I began to sprint, fear clouding my mind and adrenaline pumping through my veins.
However, my efforts were in vain. The pickup truck accelerated, catching up to me.
Someone help me.
My breath was getting short and jagged. My muscles were screaming at me to stop. Beads of sweat were running down my face and soaking the collar of my shirt. My heart pounded against my chest as if it were hammering its way out, like it was running for its life, which in fact it probably was.
I was slowing down, even though I was willing my self to run faster. The red car was catching up, making my heard feel like a runaway train, getting faster and faster. Tears were streaming down my hot cheeks and I was gasping for air. I was trying to find a place where I could hide, but the dark streets were too creepy and the alleyways were sealed off the pedestrians. I was calling for someone to help me and was looking around franticly for any signs of hope.
I don’t know how ling I’ve been running for, but the car was still following me. Why haven’t you gotten me yet? Why are you taunting me? Why me? What have I ever done that’s bad? I was asking myself these questions, when the car finally stopped. I wasn’t going to take any chances.
I kept running and running. When I finally stopped, the moon had risen, a big white-silver disc magically floating in the black sea of the sky. I curled in on my self, getting my breath back and leaned back on the wall I had stopped beside.
I peered at the place the car had stopped and was horrified to see that it had disappeared. A familiar rumbling in front of me told me that the car was near me and was getting closer. My heart sank into the depths of my soul and my stomach turned inside out.
The sound of the engine stopping and the car door opening and closing told me that the creep was getting out of the car and was going to come to slit my throat or something.
I was too young and in love with life to die now.
I slid through the crack in the wood that blocked off one of the alleyways and hid behind a little trashcan. The loud caching sound was coming from the wood barricade, making my breath catch in my throat and my tears start to stream down my face. The footsteps of the killer got louder and louder as he drew nearer. I could see him, tall and muscular. I could only see the outline, not the real features. He kept striding past me and when I thought he had gone I tried to slip away and scream for help. I was just about there when my foot accidentally kicked a can. The noise echoed around the eerie alleyway. Forgetting my plan I started to run, but firm hands grasped my biceps and held me firmly while I screamed and flailed around, trying to confuse him and save my own life. One hand covered my mouth to stop the shrieking, while the other one, surprising me with its strength, lifted me off the ground and hauled me outside. In the dim light of one of the streetlights he pushed me against the brick wall and held my face.
What came next truly surprised me and sent waves of relief and love through my entire being.
“Layla!! Calm down. Its okay, its alright. Its just me.” I looked up at the concerned face of my brother, Damon.
“Damon?” I whispered. “Yeah, the one and only. I’ve been looking for you for ages! When I finally found you, you freaked and started to run away. I followed you cause I wanted to see what had you so scared. When I remembered the newspaper, I stopped and got out and tried to find you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as scared as you were just before.” He explained as her held me in reassuring arms.
“yeah, well, when you have the same car as a murderer and start to follow innocent beautiful girls, they tend to shit themselves.”
We chuckled and the air around us lost the tention, and we got back into the car. it felt weird, ike something was off. My heart, that had slowed down, had started to beat fast again. the hair on the back of mt neck lifted and i glanced at my brother. What i saw scared me pooless. My brother had blood on his face. my god! Theres blood everywhere. The sickining smell of the blood reached my nostrels, along with the smell of rotting flesh and other things i cant describe. He was looking at the road, so he didnt see the sheer horror that clearly showed on my face. My heart thumped so hard behind my rib cage he felt it could easily erupt like the creature in Alien. It pounded rapidly causing a nonstop earthquake of fear in my chest. I was really scared. It felt as if time stood still and i felt as if i was watching it all from outside my body. I was so scared that it's as if my legs won't do as they are told. I wanted to run from the horror i was witnessing but i can't walk or run away from the situation. Not with out causing suspition with my brother.
As soon asi blinked, everything was gone. The blood, the scared feeling, the only thing that was left was this overwhelmimg feeling of loneliness. loneliness... i tested the word. What is the meaning of loneliness? What does it mean to me? What do i feel?
Great.. I can do what i like.. When i like. And how i like. Just like being a bird flying free. Yes, free. But the feeling of being free doesn't last long. It ends up turning into loneliness. Which brings us back to square one. Lonely -Into the darkness, where no man or soul speaks or sees you. Yes, thats right. Thats more like it.
The car lurched and snaps me out of my mind babble and see that my brother is completely oblivious to what i had just experiensed. Not surprising. He was never really the sharpest tool in the shed. He was really just a tool
Safe Keeping(stefine sampson)
I shuffled down the street, my eyes flickering back and forth. Every opening door and every shrill birdcall caused me to jump. My hand unconsciously clenched into a tight fist and I quickened my pace. The sound of a car coming from behind me forced me to turn around, and my heart froze and my stomach turned icy as I saw the vermilion red Ford F-150 lumbering down the street, an unknown assailant operating it from behind the tinted windows.
Just like the car the newspaper described.
Breathe, Layla, breathe. I fought to control my breathing and calm my nerves. But fear overcame my brain and my body.
With out thinking, I turned back around, I ran down the street, and as I turned my head, I could see the car speeding up. Facing forward, I began to sprint, fear clouding my mind and adrenaline pumping through my veins.
However, my efforts were in vain. The pickup truck accelerated, catching up to me.
Someone help me.
My breath was getting short and jagged. My muscles were screaming at me to stop. Beads of sweat were running down my face and soaking the collar of my shirt. My heart pounded against my chest as if it were hammering its way out, like it was running for its life, which in fact it probably was.
I was slowing down, even though I was willing my self to run faster. The red car was catching up, making my heard feel like a runaway train, getting faster and faster. Tears were streaming down my hot cheeks and I was gasping for air. I was trying to find a place where I could hide, but the dark streets were too creepy and the alleyways were sealed off the pedestrians. I was calling for someone to help me and was looking around franticly for any signs of hope.
I don’t know how ling I’ve been running for, but the car was still following me. Why haven’t you gotten me yet? Why are you taunting me? Why me? What have I ever done that’s bad? I was asking myself these questions, when the car finally stopped. I wasn’t going to take any chances.
I kept running and running. When I finally stopped, the moon had risen, a big white-silver disc magically floating in the black sea of the sky. I curled in on my self, getting my breath back and leaned back on the wall I had stopped beside.
I peered at the place the car had stopped and was horrified to see that it had disappeared. A familiar rumbling in front of me told me that the car was near me and was getting closer. My heart sank into the depths of my soul and my stomach turned inside out.
The sound of the engine stopping and the car door opening and closing told me that the creep was getting out of the car and was going to come to slit my throat or something.
I was too young and in love with life to die now.
I slid through the crack in the wood that blocked off one of the alleyways and hid behind a little trashcan. The loud caching sound was coming from the wood barricade, making my breath catch in my throat and my tears start to stream down my face. The footsteps of the killer got louder and louder as he drew nearer. I could see him, tall and muscular. I could only see the outline, not the real features. He kept striding past me and when I thought he had gone I tried to slip away and scream for help. I was just about there when my foot accidentally kicked a can. The noise echoed around the eerie alleyway. Forgetting my plan I started to run, but firm hands grasped my biceps and held me firmly while I screamed and flailed around, trying to confuse him and save my own life. One hand covered my mouth to stop the shrieking, while the other one, surprising me with its strength, lifted me off the ground and hauled me outside. In the dim light of one of the streetlights he pushed me against the brick wall and held my face.
What came next truly surprised me and sent waves of relief and love through my entire being.
“Layla!! Calm down. Its okay, its alright. Its just me.” I looked up at the concerned face of my brother, Damon.
“Damon?” I whispered. “Yeah, the one and only. I’ve been looking for you for ages! When I finally found you, you freaked and started to run away. I followed you cause I wanted to see what had you so scared. When I remembered the newspaper, I stopped and got out and tried to find you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as scared as you were just before.” He explained as her held me in reassuring arms.
“yeah, well, when you have the same car as a murderer and start to follow innocent beautiful girls, they tend to shit themselves.”
We chuckled and the air around us lost the tention, and we got back into the car. it felt weird, ike something was off. My heart, that had slowed down, had started to beat fast again. the hair on the back of mt neck lifted and i glanced at my brother. What i saw scared me pooless. My brother had blood on his face. my god! Theres blood everywhere. The sickining smell of the blood reached my nostrels, along with the smell of rotting flesh and other things i cant describe. He was looking at the road, so he didnt see the sheer horror that clearly showed on my face. My heart thumped so hard behind my rib cage he felt it could easily erupt like the creature in Alien. It pounded rapidly causing a nonstop earthquake of fear in my chest. I was really scared. It felt as if time stood still and i felt as if i was watching it all from outside my body. I was so scared that it's as if my legs won't do as they are told. I wanted to run from the horror i was witnessing but i can't walk or run away from the situation. Not with out causing suspition with my brother.
As soon asi blinked, everything was gone. The blood, the scared feeling, the only thing that was left was this overwhelmimg feeling of loneliness. loneliness... i tested the word. What is the meaning of loneliness? What does it mean to me? What do i feel?
Great.. I can do what i like.. When i like. And how i like. Just like being a bird flying free. Yes, free. But the feeling of being free doesn't last long. It ends up turning into loneliness. Which brings us back to square one. Lonely -Into the darkness, where no man or soul speaks or sees you. Yes, thats right. Thats more like it.
The car lurched and snaps me out of my mind babble and see that my brother is completely oblivious to what i had just experiensed. Not surprising. He was never really the sharpest tool in the shed. He was really just a tool
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