November 20. 2021
Words: Presence, Death
In the dead of night, a woman is on an adventure to her home. Wandering through the walkways in such ease, the woman carefully picked the corners she took. "To avoid dangers," her father advised.
The woman took a glance behind her, there was a silhouette of a man standing behind a corner. A chill went down the woman's spine as she hastened her pace. The sound of her heels walking on the pavement of the walkway echoed the silent streets. The woman took another glance, the silhouette was hiding in the bushes. The woman was anxious.
She increased her pace once more, breaking into a running stance. She ran until she stumbled upon a pedestrian lane. The lights were red, so she hurriedly ran to the other side. However, the woman's vision turned dark. A bone crushing pain enveloped the woman's body, letting out a screech of agony.
The woman's vision went back. She was lying face down on the road while a group of people looked over the scene. Blood gushed from her forehead as she looked at the truck parked beside the sidewalk with a bloodstain on the front. It was hers.
Sitting on the driver seat of the truck was the same silhouette following her. She took a glance at the lights. It was green.
Her eyes widened. She tried to roar at the silhouette. There was no sound. Pain swelled on her throat and her vision turned dark once again.
The murmurs and the sirens of the ambulance blared as the woman slowly loses her life.