Dead End - Diary of Victims
Day 10,
I was blind with light, stumbling in confusion trying to catch the ground beneath my feet. Trembling fear kept me moving, as I kissed every obstacle my path could provide.
Adrenalin spike my blood, stealing the pain from legs as I pumped it forward relentlessly. It was too late when I realized I had turned towards a dead, turning in sickening dread of realization I heard heavy footsteps approaching.
-fifteen minutes ago-
Tonight, the sky was the perfect blanket of stars. its beauty was breathtaking ensnaring me to bask in the lights of its million stars. Sandra squeezed my hand and kissed me on the cheeks, whispering how much she loves the view.
The darkest nights produce the brightest stars, I couldn’t help but smile, her glow was contagious lighting everything she touched. She had a big loving heart, even when life drew a bad hand of cards, she stood by me, supporting me through the ugly struggles. To me, she deserved the world and our walk tonight was perfect just me and her.
Suddenly, shadows emerged out of darkness forming figures of men, my grip tightened on Sandra's hands drawing her closer. as the figures inched closer my caution turned to fear as I saw moonlight gleamed off the surface of something in the dark.
Even before they spoke I was easing out my wallet and unbuckling my wristwatch as took a defensive stance, offering it to them. A devious smile crept up the face of one of the men, dread instantly chilled my bones knowing this was no ordinary muggers. I felt their bloodlust drill trepidation into my bones as my mind reeled in panic.
my mind flashed to Tom and Martha Wayne death in batman, dropping my blood 10 degrees. My hands trembled with tingling fear, as I stared from one shadow to another searching for a way out.
As they stalked closer, my self-preservation instinct kicked in overcoming my dread. I attacked the closest assailant shocking me and my assailant. the man took the brunt of my punch, as I raised my hands immediately for a second, I screamed at Sandra to run in the other direction as I distracted them.
The jarring crunch of my teeth dazed me as I took a full punch to the face. Before I could blink, I felt another one on the side of the head forcing me to my knees. The pain was so intense, I didn’t just yell, I screamed all the air in my lungs into wings of pain.
My assailant looked down on me with a cruel smile, sinister laughter escaped his lips as he watched me squirm in pain. I struggled to gather my feet beneath me, absorbing the blinding ache on my side. nausea hit as I wobbled on weak knees, a blast of a horn flashed through the night wrenching attention from me.
The devil chased me, I took the moment of distraction to put space between me and my attackers. My body struggled against my abuse, but fear batted it aside propelling into the false safety of the night.
A child born of shadows and raised in the vilest darkness, I curse the day our parts crossed. Harvester of pain and despair, dweller of the night I am but your latest victim.
