I remember...

The overgrown weeds and thorns that snagged me as I tore pass. The nauseating scent of alcohol, vomit and feces forcing its way up my nostrils. The sound of storming footsteps from behind getting closer.

A man was hurling curses at me I could not hear over the sound of blood pounding through my veins. My breath came fast and my heart was hammering against my ribcage. Just leave me alone, I wanted to scream back at him. Leave me alone!

His face. A nameless face that showed only detrimental desire and avaricious hunger. How his eyes must have flashed in triumph when he finally caught me - this innocent victim that had, unfortunately, crossed his path. He wrapped his filthy hands around my mouth to muffle my cries for help.

I wish I could black out the things he did to me, but through my restless spirit I keep reliving this last memory. And my final thought as I hit the concrete floor a broken wreck? When discovered, I will extract my vengeance and send this monster straight to the fiery pits of hell.

I'll remember. For as long as I am here I'll always remember.

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NEED HELP TO MAKE THIS MORE SCARY. Mwhahaha. >:)

I am experimenting with horror in this piece. Instead of just making it all blood and gore I was thinking about adding a dash of mystery (a genre I have never written before) and a little bit of romance. I know that romance is odd in a piece like this, but that is why I am experiment.

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I'd love to know how I can improve, but without critique or feedback I won't know where I've gone wrong.

Thank you for reading. (:

updated Jun 18 '11 by Lexiehar