The back alley was empty, and the sky darkened as Katherine confronted her stalker. It was about to rain. She could hear an ambulance siren from a distance, and her ears pulsed while her heart drummed in her chest.
"I'm not here to fight!" The stalker blurted upon sensing that Katherine was about to slice her. Her breathing hitched, and she pushed herself against the cold brick wall, not wanting to get cut.
Katherine's eyes were laced with fury. She'd been feeling so uneasy for days, weeks even. And then this happened. Her paranoia was slowly drowning her, and she was so close to snapping.
"Then why are you following me!"
"I…"
