the hunt

getting caught

I hate the fact that I can't change everything about me.I dyed my black hair red,forged identity cards, changed my walking style but there are things that I can't change,things like my height.I mean I could wear heels, but then they would slow me down.

So here I am running but they can still sport me.I keep reminding myself to stay on the crowded street,that way I can loose him.I look back to the man chasing me and analyse him for a second.He is tall,well built and he has a long scar running across his face, typical gangster.He is wearing dark goggles, sneakers and a well pressed suit.Maybe he is wearing nice clothes as a costume to hide his devil like nature.

He sees me watching him and gives me a creepy smile.I can hear my heart beating rapidly in my chest,in panic I increase my pace.The man breaks out into a run as he throws all caution in the air.My thoughts are all over the place, thinking of a way to outsmart him or loose him but I can't find a way out.I am too panicked to think,so I choose the coward's way out, I scream! I scream as loud as I can.

The people on the streets stop walking and look back at me as if I have just Lost my f*****g mind.I take advantage of the fact that the streets are becoming lonely and start yelling while pointing back at him."He wanted to rape me!Grab him,he is a rapist!Help me please!Help!Help!"It was 10:00pm and people were going back to their homes after a long day,but after hearing the desperation in my voice they decided to help.

I continued shouting while pointing dramatically at him and I could see the man getting annoyed at my antics.

I stifled a laugh,f**k I could make a good actor,I thought.

As my voice continued echoing through the almost empty streets,I people were coming out of their homes to see what the screams and the ruckus is all about.

Men stood in front of the man with a scar trying to prevent him from running away.I can see him trying to force his way out unsuccessfully.

People were grabbing on his hands an clothes.While I am busy looking at him I can see some women walking towards me with pity written all over their faces.

I don't want pity,I hate it when people look at me like that.

"Honey,are you okay, did he hurt you?I will kill that bastard!" A woman's voice brings me back to reality as the woman starts touching me to see if am hurt.

"Ooh you poor child!

Another one says with a sigh

"I ..I..I am okay" I sturmur.

I sturmur because I don't like people touch me, especially strangers.

"No!You are not okay,that man just tried to rape you!"The plum black American woman says sternly

She looks like a good person,I like her but then I don't need her pity.

I have to go or they will find me..

"Beat him!Teach him a lesson!Beat him!Show him that women are not items that they can use whenever they like,Women have feelings too,beat him!I shout.

"Beat him! Beat him!"The women start shouting.

I wish I can stay longer to see life drain out of him but I can't stay longer,I can't let him catch me or else all my efforts would have gone to waste.

While the women are distracted,I slip off and run for my life.

I will never let him find me,he can get my corpse but while I am still breathing I won't let him do to me as he wishes.