The Street
So I was walking on the street. I did not know what was going to happen. I didnt know of the terrible thing that was going to happen to me. I was walking there and I began to feel, weird. I could not describe it. It didn't feel like a bad thing, or did it? I don't remember.
It was dark, but I didnt care, these days it gets dark early. It was a normal day, except for the weird feeling. But I forgot about the weird feeling and walked on. After a minute though, I started to feel someone was watching me. Allthough I walked this street many times, I never felt watched here. I feel watched when im passing through 9th Avenue, and thats only because Mr. Smith actually watches every person. However in AppleStreet I never felt watched before. Now I did. I began to feel something was going on. I didnt know what was going on. Did it even concern me at that time? No, I walked on.
The street was empty, weird, it hadnt even become dinner time yet. Or did it? I looked at my watch, my watch, was gone. Hm, I must forgot to put it on this morning. I reached for my pocket to check the time on my mobile. It wasnt in my pocket, nor was my wallet. I had been robbed. The mobile was old, the digital watch didnt show the seconds anymore, and I was broke anyway. It didnt matter that much. I wasnt happy about it though.
I started to walk a bit faster. Not much, just a swifter pace. Where was I going? I couldnt even remember! Where the hell was I going? Was I going home? No, cant be, I just left my house. Where was I going? I stopped. Why dont I remember where I was going.
Suddenly a car came around the corner, 200 metres away. It had its big lights on. It was a big car. It drove towards me. It didnt drive fast. But it came closer and closer to me. I suddenly was afraid. It could barely tell what kind of car it was. Was it a van? SUV? It was now a 100 meters away? Should I just continue to walk normally? Should I run away? 75 meters. Should I phone my mom? No cant do that. 50 meters. Should I cry out for help? 25 meters.
I decided to run, but you cant outrun a car, The car was next to me. I looked at the drivers window, it was my mom, she had a gun.
I heard a gunshot. The street was silent once again.
I woke up, it was just a dream.
It was dark, but I didnt care, these days it gets dark early. It was a normal day, except for the weird feeling. But I forgot about the weird feeling and walked on. After a minute though, I started to feel someone was watching me. Allthough I walked this street many times, I never felt watched here. I feel watched when im passing through 9th Avenue, and thats only because Mr. Smith actually watches every person. However in AppleStreet I never felt watched before. Now I did. I began to feel something was going on. I didnt know what was going on. Did it even concern me at that time? No, I walked on.
The street was empty, weird, it hadnt even become dinner time yet. Or did it? I looked at my watch, my watch, was gone. Hm, I must forgot to put it on this morning. I reached for my pocket to check the time on my mobile. It wasnt in my pocket, nor was my wallet. I had been robbed. The mobile was old, the digital watch didnt show the seconds anymore, and I was broke anyway. It didnt matter that much. I wasnt happy about it though.
I started to walk a bit faster. Not much, just a swifter pace. Where was I going? I couldnt even remember! Where the hell was I going? Was I going home? No, cant be, I just left my house. Where was I going? I stopped. Why dont I remember where I was going.
Suddenly a car came around the corner, 200 metres away. It had its big lights on. It was a big car. It drove towards me. It didnt drive fast. But it came closer and closer to me. I suddenly was afraid. It could barely tell what kind of car it was. Was it a van? SUV? It was now a 100 meters away? Should I just continue to walk normally? Should I run away? 75 meters. Should I phone my mom? No cant do that. 50 meters. Should I cry out for help? 25 meters.
I decided to run, but you cant outrun a car, The car was next to me. I looked at the drivers window, it was my mom, she had a gun.
I heard a gunshot. The street was silent once again.
I woke up, it was just a dream.
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