“… – B”

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Jan walked swiftly through the busy Dublin high street late on a Saturday night, not too quickly though that would look obvious that she was trying to get away from something. Or someone. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and spotted the screen flashing. She pulled the phone out of her pocket with fumbling hands “INCOMING CALL – B” she ignored the call and raced round a corner and into a more secluded street.

She found herself in an empty street just off the high street. Her phone would not stop ringing: one missed call, two missed calls, four missed calls, seven missed calls. When would it end? After the what felt like hundredth phone call she answered the phone and screamed down the phone “WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?!” she could hear nothing but the heavy breathing from a man and some classical music in the background. She quickly hung up, and her eyes filled with tears as she burst into a sprint.

“TEXT MESSAGE RECEIVED – B” her phone buzzed and lit up in her hand. She opened it quickly “No need to rush – B” it read. She came to a sudden halt. He could see her? She turned on the spot, looking in all directions for anybody in sight. Nothing but an empty street.

She could hear footsteps echoing from a distance behind her. She clenched her fists in fear and started to run again. As she got faster, so did the footsteps behind her. The tears were rolling off her face now, she was sprinting again. She could hear her own footsteps and the footsteps behind her chasing after her getting closer and closer. She ran round a corner and ran into someone tall and fell to the floor and looked up at the figure and let out a petrified scream.

The figure grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. She whimpered at his strength. “I said there was no need to rush” the man snarled and pulled at her hair causing her to come face to face with him. “Why me? Please Brian… We only met once and it didn’t go well, we both know it wouldn’t work” she pleaded. He punched her stomach and pressed her against the wall, keeping a firm grip on her hair. “You didn’t even get a chance to know me?” He whispered harshly in her ear.

She tried to fight back and tried to wriggle away from him but she couldn’t escape. She didn’t know what was going to happen. He wasn’t holding back, he wanted her to pay for… something.

She had met him on an online dating website a few months earlier and arranged to meet. He was very intimidating and treated her like she was worthless. He became obsessed with her and followed her to her work and followed her home afterwards. He got hold of her number and began messaging her and calling her all the time. He threatened her and made her fear for her life. Just as she was now.

“Just please Brian… Please just leave me alone” she begged, crying. He slapped her hard across the face and burst her lip. She screamed. “The louder you scream the worse it will get, Jan” he hissed at her and punched her stomach again and pulled at her hair, almost lifting her off the ground with it. With every punch she could feel the brick wall battering against her spine. She let out a glass shattering scream, she knew he wouldn’t hold back and it would all end here anyway. She needed out of this hell.

“Shouldn’t have done that, Jan…” He smirked and just started attacking her. She could feel her body begin to go limp, she could feel her bones cracking as he threw her around, she could feel herself bruising with every punch he gave her. She lay on the floor in a mangled bloody heap. The tears were streaming down her face. She lay, the world around her began to lose its colour, everything went grey and eventually turned to darkness. Jan never awoke. Death greeted her with kind arms and took her as his own.

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Just been told that I have a real natural flair for imaginative writing. Apparently it’s very mature for my age. I genuinely think my English teacher thinks I have issues, at least one character in each of my stories has died, except one story because it was a message of hope and love that kept him in the story.