She walked quietly and briskly with her head down. Her hands were in the pockets of her oversized hoodies and she was breathing heavily. She had always hated the dark and walking on a dark sidewalk in the middle of the night was not where she wanted to be right now but she needed to get home as soon as possible. This street was known for being extremely dangerous and being a petite woman in her twenties did not help. She was hyper aware of every sound around her and she knew almost instantly when someone began to follow her. Her heart beat faster as he got closer and closer.
“What’s a pretty young thing like you doing all alone? Want me to walk you home and keep you safe?” he asked smirking. He had gotten so close to her by now that she could smell the alcohol in his breath and the stench of urine on his clothes. She tried to walk faster but he grabbed her shoulders trying to force her to turn around. “Don’t touch me,” she screamed. Out came the knife and in a few seconds there was blood everywhere. Three murders in one night- she was definitely going to have to burn this hoodie.
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