Paranoia
It was about a quarter to eleven in the night when I was trudging along the dimly lit road. It was eerily quiet, and I could hear the sound of the slaps of my feet against the road. My breath coming out in soft huffs as I tried to concentrate to steady the beating of my heart. I never really was the adventurous type. While others kids liked to go out at night and hang out in the woods; I preferred to be on my own curling up against the fire with some hot chocolate and rereading my favourite book. So I focused my mind on all that was waiting for me at home, anything that would keep my mind off the empty silent street that I was walking on.
It didn’t take long for me to avert my attention back to the forest that surrounded the street. …show more content…
Relief flooded over me, warming up my insides and I increased my pace. Even if I won’t admit it out loud, I was scared. Scared of this road, scared of the forest and what lurked inside. Just a hundred steps left. This was easy, I had nothing to worry about, I would just go inside buy the medicines and then I’d be on my way back. Fifty steps left. My stiff legs were already aching from the long walk and I drew my cold hands together and rubbed on them to warm them. As I reached the steps of the market, I pulled my jacket hood up hoping I would go unseen. I had no interest in being noticed by anyone in the market. The chemist was in the heart of the market, it was quite old but the only good one in the area. I walked up to the old and murky shop and pushed the door open. A gush of wind hit my face and I shuffled in the small crowded room. I quietly walked up to the counter and mumbled the foreign names of the medicines and scooped up the small packet that the medicines had been packed in and made my way out. At the end of my vision, I saw a man getting up. He was clothed head to toe in black and he moved with grace. I paid no attention to him and I made my way out of the
It was about a quarter to eleven in the night when I was trudging along the dimly lit road. It was eerily quiet, and I could hear the sound of the slaps of my feet against the road. My breath coming out in soft huffs as I tried to concentrate to steady the beating of my heart. I never really was the adventurous type. While others kids liked to go out at night and hang out in the woods; I preferred to be on my own curling up against the fire with some hot chocolate and rereading my favourite book. So I focused my mind on all that was waiting for me at home, anything that would keep my mind off the empty silent street that I was walking on.
It didn’t take long for me to avert my attention back to the forest that surrounded the street. …show more content…
Relief flooded over me, warming up my insides and I increased my pace. Even if I won’t admit it out loud, I was scared. Scared of this road, scared of the forest and what lurked inside. Just a hundred steps left. This was easy, I had nothing to worry about, I would just go inside buy the medicines and then I’d be on my way back. Fifty steps left. My stiff legs were already aching from the long walk and I drew my cold hands together and rubbed on them to warm them. As I reached the steps of the market, I pulled my jacket hood up hoping I would go unseen. I had no interest in being noticed by anyone in the market. The chemist was in the heart of the market, it was quite old but the only good one in the area. I walked up to the old and murky shop and pushed the door open. A gush of wind hit my face and I shuffled in the small crowded room. I quietly walked up to the counter and mumbled the foreign names of the medicines and scooped up the small packet that the medicines had been packed in and made my way out. At the end of my vision, I saw a man getting up. He was clothed head to toe in black and he moved with grace. I paid no attention to him and I made my way out of the