My Darkest Desire
The Chase
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"Thanks Tony! See you around. Thanks for everything." You call to the owner of your favorite coffee house (& good friend) as you threw your leather jacket on.
"No problem, Doll. Come back anytime! You're always welcome." He smiled at you while he wiped down the last couple tables. You grinned at him, waved, & walked out into the cold night (well morning actually, it was nearly 1am). You breathed in the crisp Autumn air, & sighed happily, as you zipped up your jacket. You grabbed your coffin shaped cigarette case & Misfits lighter out of your pocket, lit one up, & began your walk home. You decided to go the long way tonight, to enjoy the cold. It's not very often that you get weather like this in "Satans Armpit", aka Arizona, & you wanted to savor the chill.
As you walked, you noticed the streets were pretty deserted, & that made you a bit uneasy. So you grabbed the knife you had tucked in your boot, & slid it into your jacket pocket, just in case you needed to get to it quickly.
You breathed in a last drag of minty nicotine, & flicked the butt of your cancer-stick to the ground. While doing so, your ears picked up a familiar sound. The sound of heeled boots, clicking against the pavement behind you. You didnt stop though, just kept walking, this was a pretty decent area. You highly doubted you'd get hurt here, but even if something did happen. You had a knife on you, & you knew how to fight. The footsteps behind you were starting to get louder, they sounded like whomever it was behind you, was right on your heels. You reached inside your jacket pocket, wrapped your hand around your knife, & quickly spun around. Hoping to catch the person off guard, but there was absolutely nothing there.
"I feel like I'm in a cliche horror movie.." You muttered, then turned back around & continued walking.
After a few steps you heard it again, this time you pulled the knife out of your pocket & held it in front of your body, so whomever was stalking you couldn't see it. Then, in the blink of an eye, you whirled around. Knife in hand, & came face to face with a hooded stranger.
"Thanks Tony! See you around. Thanks for everything." You call to the owner of your favorite coffee house (& good friend) as you threw your leather jacket on.
"No problem, Doll. Come back anytime! You're always welcome." He smiled at you while he wiped down the last couple tables. You grinned at him, waved, & walked out into the cold night (well morning actually, it was nearly 1am). You breathed in the crisp Autumn air, & sighed happily, as you zipped up your jacket. You grabbed your coffin shaped cigarette case & Misfits lighter out of your pocket, lit one up, & began your walk home. You decided to go the long way tonight, to enjoy the cold. It's not very often that you get weather like this in "Satans Armpit", aka Arizona, & you wanted to savor the chill.
As you walked, you noticed the streets were pretty deserted, & that made you a bit uneasy. So you grabbed the knife you had tucked in your boot, & slid it into your jacket pocket, just in case you needed to get to it quickly.
You breathed in a last drag of minty nicotine, & flicked the butt of your cancer-stick to the ground. While doing so, your ears picked up a familiar sound. The sound of heeled boots, clicking against the pavement behind you. You didnt stop though, just kept walking, this was a pretty decent area. You highly doubted you'd get hurt here, but even if something did happen. You had a knife on you, & you knew how to fight. The footsteps behind you were starting to get louder, they sounded like whomever it was behind you, was right on your heels. You reached inside your jacket pocket, wrapped your hand around your knife, & quickly spun around. Hoping to catch the person off guard, but there was absolutely nothing there.
"I feel like I'm in a cliche horror movie.." You muttered, then turned back around & continued walking.
After a few steps you heard it again, this time you pulled the knife out of your pocket & held it in front of your body, so whomever was stalking you couldn't see it. Then, in the blink of an eye, you whirled around. Knife in hand, & came face to face with a hooded stranger.
I'm so sorry! I absolutely love this story, and you! I hope things get better for you, darling, you deserve the best.
7/30/15