- 3rd person
- 3rd person
- 1st person
- 3rd person
- 1st person
I jumped off the pavement and looked onto the boulevard. Away, anywhere from here is where I needed to be. The clouds crept, blocking out the the sun; it felt like a metaphor for my life at the moment. footsteps crept
There it it was, again. The hairs on the back of my neck came to a standstill and a bead of sweat ran down the side of my cheek. Stretching, I tried to peel my shirt off my chest, but it seemed firmly stuck by the glue of my sweat. My glasses, that were only just balancing on the end of my nose, fogged up, my vision blurring. I could only hear my heartbeat, downing out the sound of my footsteps, and whatever sounds were hiding. I knew someone was watching me, following me. I turned and ran down the alleyway.
She heard it once again. The hairs on the back of her neck came to a standstill as a bead of sweat ran down her cheek. Behind her, was unexplainable figure. Soundlessly, it was following her path, tracing her footsteps. Tugging, the girl pulled at her shirt cursing under her breath. Her glasses slipped down her nose and her vision blurred. The figure knocked over a can, stopping in his tracks, but she didn’t notice, she was only paying attention to her footsteps counting in her head as if to distract herself and to take her mind out of reality. slowly, she came to a holt, she knew someone was behind her. The dark body slid behind a bin so she wouldn’t catch his eye. As he looked down to stand back up she was gone. She had ran into the alleyway.