The Escape 734 word ct

 

I could hear his footsteps drawing closer behind me. I took long strides as I tried my best to speed up.  My heart pounded fiercely. The hairs on my neck and arms stood up; they tickled my skin as I picked up more speed. The sound of his heels seemed to hit the pavement at the same momentum as mine. I didn’t know if he was following me or if I was just paranoid. I prepared my car key for my escape. The city was empty and most of the street lights were out.

“Is the city saving money?”  I wondered. “A city without lights is crime waiting to happen... to me,” I said to myself trying to get my mind off the guy walking closely behind me. 

I could see my car from a distance. It was parked directly under a bright street light; I began to run. I wanted out of these dark streets so badly that I could feel myself sitting in my car.

“This isn’t the last day of my life!” I kept telling myself, but then, I heard him began to run.

I looked over my shoulder to see if he was actually chasing me. He was. I couldn’t see his face. All that I could see was a large oversized coat that trailed behind him…as he indeed chased me.  I turned back around declaring to myself that I wouldn’t be that woman in the movies, that woman that always fell down and died.  I ran faster than I’ve ever ran as I focused on my car, determined.

The car seemed farther as he came closer to claiming my soul. My heart was beating so hard that I thought the springs that held it together were about to pop. I struggled to breathe as I tried with all my might to make it to my car without fainting. I felt a warm but wet feeling fill my pants; I didn’t care.  I just needed to get to my car.

I finally made it, but he was right behind me. My hands shook fiercely as I tried to put the key into my 1999 Toyota Paseo.    

“Maybe this is my last day. I can’t believe this is happening to me. I never expected to die like this. Please don’t let it be painful. How is my mother gonna take it?” I thought to myself.

“HELP!” I screamed as I shoved my key violently into the hole and turned it, but then, he grabbed me. I could see his scarred face completely now. His teeth were brown as the shit that now filled my pants. His hot bad breath heated my face as he hissed and choked me. I tried desperately to reach my door handle but I couldn’t. He began to drag me away from my car. I felt weak but I had to keep fighting. I wanted to live. My eyes were starting to feel like balls of fire as I felt each blood vessel explode.  Then, with all my might, I stabbed him in his face with my keys. I stabbed him over and over.  It rained blood. He finally let me go and I ran.

Safely inside my car, I locked my door. He ran towards my car and banged on my window. Easily, I started my car and put it in reverse.  I side swiped a light pole behind me and then I placed it in drive.  I floored it and hit his large body. He cracked the driver side of my windshield. Then, I ran over him with no regrets.

“YES! YES! Don’t fuck with me!” I yelled out in celebration as I cried.

My throat hurt and I could barely see.  I remembered my mother saying I was special and that I was meant for great things. Maybe this was it. I lived to testify of my escape. I was still shaking and I smelled like shit because I shit on myself but I was alive. I slowed down and fixed my mirror to see his smashed body on the ground. I squinted because I could barely see. Shocked, I noticed he wasn’t there.  

“What the fuck? Where is he?” I yelled out as I stopped the car completely.

Suddenly, my window shattered into a million pieces. Glass hit my eyeballs and cut my face. Maybe my mother thought I was meant for great things.