Diana Thompson hides behind a capable facade. One that's also strict and a little coarse. In reality, she's frightened, all of it is something she uses to deal with a past so shocking she'd never reveal it to anyone.
She was born in a town called Ri...
We more frequently fail to face the right problem than fail to solve the problem we face. - Unknown
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☪Diana
3 weeks later-
I signed heavily walking out of the hospital backdoors. My shift at the hospital just ended and I wanted so badly to get home. The thought of me taking a warm shower, only made me more anxious to get home.
I was a licensed practical nurse, and even though this wasn't the job I wanted. The skills did come in handy, including the benefits.
Pulling my car keys from my purse, I pressed the alarm button to find out where my car was parked.
"Why the hell did I park so far?" I questioned myself, walking towards my silver-gray Mercedes S600. My car wasn't exactly new and it wasn't exactly old.
The sky was dark and low, the air so chilled that it hurt to breathe. New York's weather was the worst.
'Idefinitely underestimated the cold today.'
The sound of something rolling on the ground caused me to stop walking. I turned around to check what it was but didn't see anything. I continued walking at a much faster pace, trying to make it to my car. I heard the noise again, which only caused me to speed walk. For some unknown reason, I can't shake off the feeling that I was being watched.
I feel the electric awareness seeping into my body as if preparing me to run. My heart's beat is more than just a thud, it is more than pounding, more than racing. It's like my body is warning me that danger, is near.
My skin crawled as the fright that started in the pit of her stomach began to rise. I quietly panicked while searching for the eyes, that I was sure is watching me. I tried to take a few calming breaths, but the ball of fear was threatening to escape my lips.
Clutching onto my bag I ran to my car, trying to get the door to open. I stopped dead and my tracks, once I felt something press against my back. Hands wrap around my mouth before I can even think about screaming.
"Gotcha." The person says causing me to cringe. "You thought we weren't going to find you, sweetheart." The familiar voice says.
"Well we did Diana, we've found you."
"Mmmf." I was trying to speak but couldn't, due to the grip he had on my mouth. I bared my teeth out and bit down as hard as I could on the son of a bitch hand.
His hand instantly left my mouth, just as he yelped in pain. I took off running trying to get far away as possible.
"You stupid bitch!" I heard him yell. He fired his gun, shooting me right in the back of my thigh. I cry out loud as the pain, surges in my thigh. No matter how much pressure I applied, the blood still gushed between my fingers and oozed out of my thigh.
