2005-09-15 20:48:33 ET

"Why can't I just run?" That's the only thought that was going through my mind as I watched the deadbolt on the front door slowly unlock from the outside. It was like the purposeful agony of watching a horror film, you know what's going to happen next but you can't bring yourself to reach over and push the off button and save yourself that momentary cheap thrill.

My entire body began to throb with the increasing loudness of my heartbeat. My entire chest became hollow. Every inhale of air was incredibly cold, I could have sworn there were icicles stemming from my ribcage.

Suddenly I was shoved back into reality. I could feel the blood rushing back into my veins as soon as that barrier between the monster and I was destroyed. I felt as if I took flight when I dove for the door, trying to prevent the intruder from entering and proceeding with whatever motives he had. As I kneeled on my legs I held tight to the door, beads of sweat ran into my eyes and began to mingle with the already existent tears.

A disarray of things swam through my head in the few seconds I had. "Am I gong to die?" "Why couldn't I run, anywhere?" "What has happened to him?" The door was shoved in and I knew the battle had begun.

I sat against the wall, he stepped inside and coolly shut the door behind him. I could see into his eyes, ben though the room was only dimly lit by the street light that shown through the window. His eyes had lost all their passion. Any flicker of righteousness was now totally absent. He was almost soulless, there was voraciousness and an obviously abundant amount of anguish. He eyes were incandescent with ferocity. It felt like an eternity sitting there, searching for some sign of vitality that I could latch onto and pull out so that I could break this new, dreadful shell.

Our gaze was broken when he bent down and placed a tight grip around my arms. I was plucked from my position on the floor and forced into a standing position. For one moment I believed this all might be a joke. He smiled with a slight hint of purity. But my notion was completely incorrect, before I could fully comprehend what was happening his hand had intertwined with my hair and my face had collided with the door handle.

I was shaken up, my mind and heart were competing in a race to see which could pound harder...but amidst it all I was able to keep a clear mind. I knew I would probably die if I couldn't escape this assailants brutal attacks. It would be difficult, but I somehow had to subdue a six foot five, two hundred and seventy 5ive pound man or I could very well spend the night in the intensive care unit. Almost simultaneously as I was thinking this he released me and I had a chance to break away.

"I should kill you", he muttered.

Through the endless stream of tears I pleaded, "Why? Why do you want me to die? Do you really want to hurt me?

And like a true villain he shouted, "More than anything!"

As I took what I believed to be my last quick breath of air and as I tightly shut my eyes, he swiftly thrust his foot into my stomach. I desperately tried to roll over, I coughed hard when I opened my eyes. I looked around trying to confirm that I was still alive. I looked down and in a quick sigh of relief I saw the most delicate pearl of blood drop from my lip and onto the hardwood floor.

He was standing over me, silent and still. Almost waiting for me to move so he could hurt me again and possibly exterminate me this time. But as I bravely edged closer to the carpet and soon the phone I heard the door slam behind me. He was gone.

I whipped the tears and blood away from my face with my damp sweatshirt sleeve and clumsily stammered to my feet. The excruciating pain in my abdomen wasn't going to keep my down. I crawled to the door, locked it, then swiftly crawled to the phone.

I felt like a knight slaying a dragon as I dialed that simple combination of numbers. Hearing the operator on the other line was the biggest relief I could have. For a moment, I considered her my savior. I knew I would be ok.

In the middle of relaying my address to this godsend, I dropped the receiver when I heard that door handle rattle and I saw his figure through the window. I froze like I had before. The scenario was replaying. I had to change the outcome this time.

With specific, dedicated steps I walked to the door, I looked down at the handle. I could see my blood, I turned to the carpet and saw it there too, looking down at my shirt I lifted it up slightly and saw my reddened and lightly bruised flesh. I dropped down against the door and wept. Not because of the pain or because my first love had turned into a heartless brute, but because I could taste my mortality. I took life for granted until it was put in jeopardy.

Eventually the police arrived and he was whisked away, hopefully to a place where he will never get the opportunity to harm anyone ever again.

2005-09-16 07:30:14 ET

I like the story. Please hurt me....hurt me good hehehe

No really the story is very good. I didn't see the headline at first and thought it was a recount of your day. Lol

2005-09-16 07:34:22 ET


2005-09-16 09:21:12 ET

I also thought it might be a recount of your day. Lol. I read it when you first posted it but I didn't comment. But yeah, it's really good. I like it.

2005-09-16 09:21:43 ET

I like the story :D i said that last night when you let me read it, but i fear your wrathe so i shall comment anyways@!

2005-09-16 09:22:22 ET

Get back to work Bradley or we both shall hurt you!! Hehe. J/p ;)

2005-09-16 15:51:42 ET

It is actually a personal narrative.

Sorry for the grammatical errors.

2005-09-16 16:00:19 ET

It's fine. =)

2005-09-18 18:49:08 ET

I enjoyed it.

2005-09-18 18:49:28 ET

thank you :)

2005-09-19 07:32:49 ET

I, like everyone else, thought it was real (or at least semi-autobiographical)...was like, "WTF?!?! Get a restraining order or something!"

2005-09-19 14:41:17 ET

lol, personal narrative...meaning it was real.

And I did.

Maybe I should write a follow up?

But thank you, I hope you liked it. :)

2005-09-19 17:59:40 ET

<3 love to you

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2005-09-19 20:03:12 ET

thank you :)

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