She walked slowly, taking careful steps. Thinking about the day, running every scene in her head. She did this every single day on her way back from work, it was like a practice now. She was just a few miles away from her house and she couldn't stop thinking about how wonderful her day was. It was her birthday, and he colleagues had surprised her with a cake from the best patisserie in town, and they'd even gotten her the loveliest of gifts. Though she wasn't much of a celebration girl, they'd made her feel special. And that was all that mattered.
And as all these thoughts flew in her mind, she was unaware that someone crept behind her walking along, taking the same steps, going unnoticed. As she smiled to herself, the stranger began executing his plan. He began walking faster and pulling his hood over his face and setting his mask in position he grabbed her hand and twisted her.
She was in shock, she turned to see the white masked stranger with a hood. He pulled out a pocket knife and slit her hand. A loud cry was heard but as lonely as the street was, everyone was asleep. She struggled and pushed against his masculinity but all in vain. He pulled her to the ground and ripped her apart, piece by piece. But she never gave up, getting up again and trying to run away. But she fell to the ground and found herself in a pool of blood.
He hissed and gave a wicked laugh pushing the knife away and pulling out a gun. She cried and begged to be left alone but he was ruthless. He kicked her aside and got his gun ready. She slithered towards a shimmery object that lay behind him, trying to be as subtle as possible. He turned towards her and was about to pull the trigger when she stood up with all the mustered strength and pulled off his mask.
On seeing the person behind the mask, she almost felt nauseous but wasting a minute not, she took out the shimmery object from her back and pierced it through his chest and he fell.
The fall was thunderous and loud and huge thud was heard as he hit the ground. She cried her soul, but alas she could never get rid of the look on his face. It would haunt her for years she knew. The physical wounds were painful, but not as much as the emotional ones. Her heart felt a pain mightier than any other.
But she walked. She held the railings, the wall and walked. And kept walking, because this was not the end. It was just the beginning of a lifetime. A lifetime of experiences that she won't let go of.
This was not a surrender, it was a fight.
And in the distance she heard a buzzing sound of vehicles.
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