Hello fellow fanfictioners! Here's a big surprise, a reboot of Run! I've joined forces with Todd-The-Human once again to bring you an EPIC story. I think you guys are going to like it.
They want me to talk about what I've gone through, what's the point?
I've already explained what I've gone through, why make me relive those memories? They say if I think hard enough it'll come back, its normal for the victim to block out that's happened.
To be quite honest, I remember every little detail. What happened to me was a blessing and a curse.
I hate therapists, but since you want to know so bad, here it is: It all started at the mall.
A few guys standing around checking out all the girls, girls gushing over the clothes, and make-up, they're going to buy, but someone catches my eye.
It was a man about early twenties, just standing there staring at..me. His eyes grazed over eyes locked, and I immediately felt fear flourish within me. I simply put the t-shirt down , and began to walk away.
He began to follow, and I walked out the front entrance, he's still tailing me, then I began to run.
The concrete blurred below me as a rush of adrenaline filled my veins, the steady thump of footsteps echoed in my ears, beads of sweat began pouring down my forehead, my heart is pounding.
I began running out of options, escapes. Suddenly two arms grabbed a hold of me, lifting off my feet, as I kick the air, trying to escape his iron grip.
My mind began to race, thinking before my body could even react. In my line of sight, a white van pops up, no windows.
The door opens slowly, as if the jaws of a lion was about to camp down onto me.
He began to push me into the van, I began struggling, I sent my foot flying towards his jaw, and ran from the empty parking lot, and into the heavily filled mall.
I began pushing past loads of people, and ran into a woman's bathroom. I mentally kicked myself knowing that would be the first place he would look.
"I have to get out of here." I muttered.
I peeked my head out the window, looking for a back exit or my mom, unknowingly that was a big mistake.
Two hands shoved me into a near by pole, causing me to fall to the ground, bruising my back shoulder onto the hardwood ground.
I turned onto my side in pain, but I won't let this be my defeat.
I began trying to crawl away.
A cloth covered my airways, the chemical was too strong, a simple whiff of it, will immediately make me pass out.
Holding my breath would do no good. I either pass out from lack of air, or this chemical. One breath was all it took.
Little by little, everything darkened.
So, what'd you think? Did you like it?