The Stalker

The Painful Separation

The blood continues to flow out of my arm. I run up, holding the area of blood. I push open the door with my blood drenched arm, and run down the street to a park. "HELP!" I scream out, hoping to get some type of response. I look around frantically, seeing only darkness and some lit up street lights. "PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME!" I run to a park bench, and sit down. Tears fall from my eyes and running down my face. I slowly lay my body down, wishing I could have said my goodbyes. I close my eyes slowly. Sirens start to blare, the sound getting louder and louder. I can hear the mummers of men that I will probably never meet. Lights flash red and blue, stricking my closed eye lids as if they didn't exist. Arms wrap around me and I am layed on something flat, my head is a bit elevated. I am being pushed into a some type of vehicle. All I see is black now, life is fading, I am holding on by a thread...