The rain was like punches in my face. I kept running, still having you on my mind. I would be able to run for months it felts.
The only light witch find a way in this Godforsaken alley, comes from a shabby moon. A dark minded moon with frozen thoughts. And I can’t say that that helps.
A cat pops out in front of me from a dustbin. I hit him with my foot by accident, but I don’t give a damn. Not right now. Not now.
My breath is heavy, my clothes are wet, and I’ll probably wake up with a heavy cold in the morning. Just my luck.
Loose garbage and trash bags filled to the brim, lie in my way and make it difficult to keep on running. But I have to. I have to.
The black crow has followed me for hours now. What the hell does it want from me? Doesn’t he know who I am, and what I can do? Some weeks ago I didn’t know ether.
Old Wormbelly-Billy tricked me rather tough tonight. Why would he do such a thing? He was supposed to be a friend. My aid through life.
I fall. Damn shoelace. I can feel how I bleeding from my left knee, but I’ll not let it stop me. It’s just a scratch, I’ll survive. I’ve got a deeper wound, in my hart.
I rise and starting to run again, my knee really hurting. Blast! I slow down, but not too much. If I don’t have some speed, he will get me pretty soon.
I can’t even see an inch in front of me in this dark. And the pouring rain only makes it worse.
I sense a strong presence. Has he caught up with me already? That should be impossible. But there aren’t much witch is normal these days.
Maybe I should tie my shoe so I don’t fall again? But is there really time for that right now? I doubt on it.
I’m scared… terrified. My stomach grumble and I almost freezing to death.
Doesn’t this alley have an exit? Will it keep on forever?
All population in this town seems to have disappeared. But well of course, no one walks around voluntary in dark, narrow alleys in the middle of the night. Except me then, I’m forced to do that for the moment.
Disgusting rats is everywhere around, I’ve already stamped on five I think. Their awful shrieks are almost unbearable.
My cell phone is broken so I can’t call for aid. By the way; who would come? Who is even able to help me out of this trouble? No one!
My bag is really heavy on my shoulder. But I can’t just leave it here. Because of what’s inside of it. I have to be strong now. I have to make it… And I will.
Right now a soft, warm bed should be a nice gift from heaven. Away with these thoughts! They only make me weaker!
Fuck! I collide with a damn dustbin, and fall down on my back. My head hits the ground but I neither pas out nor cry. I only make some swearing inside my head and try to stand up. The first two fails, but on the third I succeed.
Still dizzy and a bit lost, I starting to run once more in the dark. The pain refuses to let go of me and makes me slowing down. That’s not good.
Suddenly I stop running and lean back on the brick wall behind me. I don’t have any strength left in my body to keep on running. I give up. It appears that this alley doesn’t have any way out anyway. It’s not even a blind alley.
I collapse into a panting ball.
I don’t see the man, but I can feel his blades cutting through me. A venomous warm spreads in my body. Very soon I am no more… Very soon I’ll be… dea…d…