tears streamed down my face as i ran out the bar. i had saw my boyfriend of seven months make out with a girl on our date. i raised my hand to wipe the tears away.
i walked into the alleyway.
i didn't pay any attention to the fact that i was alone at night, or that my troubled state made me look helpless. or that i was walking straight into a long, dark alleyway. i just kept walking.
"miss" i heard a mans voice behind me. i stopped and turned around to see a man with a red beanie and a black hoodie. "yes?" i sniffed. he took a step closer and squinted his eyes. i then noticed that his neck was painted black, along with his hands. i then noticed that in his right hand he clenched a knife.
"u-uh...i'm g-going to b-be on my way n-now" i stuttered, and before i could turn around and run i felt a hand around my neck and one pushed onto my mouth. "no you're not" he whispered.
