I left the party early; the loud, floor shaking music was giving me a headache and besides, I wasn't having any fun to begin with. As I walked away from the lit up house the night grew colder and darker.
“Damn, it’s cold,” I whispered to the night, my words forming billows of white smoke that faded slowly. I tilted my head up to look at the glistening white full moon. I shivered a bit; I wasn’t dressed for this kind of weather with my mini skirt and black babydoll top.
I took a different route, one that I normally took in the daylight, but considering it was a short cut of sorts and I wanted to get home as quick as possible, I took it.
Through the deserted park which looked like it belonged to a ghost town; the wind pushing the swings so it seemed as if invisible children were pushing themselves, even the seesaw was moving back and forth, up and down, as if more children had joined, wanting to participate in the dark and mysterious play that occurred during the frosty nights.
My heart started picking up pace; like a jackrabbit running from its predator, hot on the chase. The swings screeched from the rusty chains and I quickened my footsteps, scared to be in the park any longer. I made an abrupt change in direction, maneuvering through a small space and into a dark alley. Something, call it intuition, told me it wasn’t the right time to be here, to leave as fast as possible. I ignored the feeling.
“Stop being such a wuss, Ari,” I told myself, starting to begin my walk through the alley. A rat ran over my shoes, giving me a tiny heart attack. I clutched my hand to my chest and slowed my breathing. “It was just a rat, nothing to freak about.” Slowly, I made my way through the alley. I heard footsteps behind me and I walked faster, starting to get terrified now.
Black shadows were at the end of the alley in front of me; I narrowed my eyes and made out shapes, shapes of males. I looked over my shoulder and saw three more figures; I was surrounded.
A cat call was sounded behind me as the men got closer and closer to me, there was nowhere for me to go. Strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind and I shivered at the unwanted touch. The stench of alcohol filled my nostrils as the gang was within arm distance of me.
“Where you goin’ missy?” The man with his arms around my waist whispered into my ear. “You all alone out here by yerself? That’s not smart young lady, someone might snatch you up.” He started to kiss my neck and the gang started cat calling and whistling.
I turned in his arms so I was facing my attacker. He was young, had to be twenty-four at the most. The light from an alley lamp caught his hair, illuminating the dark brown and red mix. His brown eyes were a chocolate brown; it seemed as if I could drown in them.
"No..." The words barely escaped from my lips when he gave me a crooked smile, grabbed me and pinned me against the wall, his knife at my throat.
"You give us what we want and we'll let you go, it's as simple as that." His breath reeked of alcohol and I had to admit...
I was terrified.
That night my screams were silent.
A/N: Should I keep going or no?