A somber figure lunged out and grabbed me; I wrenched myself away screaming, and then tripped banging my right knee on the pavement; pain coursed up my leg. I remember jumping up and running down the street I eventually ran into a boy about my age who offered to walk me home. He was tantalizing in a sort of eerie way. Jet black hair fell over his stern ice blue eyes. He was wearing black jeans with a white shirt and a black zip up jacket. When we got to my home, he asked if I wanted to hang out at school tomorrow, then I finally remembered who the boy was and why he looked familiar. It was the boy who sat behind me in chemistry; I concentrated on trying to remember his name. Then, I remembered Jaxon I believe his name is Jaxon. Little did I know this little dismay would cause a lot more horror.
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I hit the phone stand and somehow catch the phone. I dial 911 thoughtlessly and hit call. He throws me to the floor again, I drop the floor and the phone skids across the floor. I don't even get up, I can't breathe, and I feel as if I’m suffocating. It seems like ages, but he comes back. He pulls me up, and then slams me down again; he sits on top of my squeezing my throat. It's only a few seconds, but it seems like years everything goes blurry. I hear a loud crash unsure of what exactly it would be. All of a sudden the weight is gone and I can breathe. I gulp air in and finally my vision comes back. Five men in blue uniforms have guns out; one is yelling something about remaining silent. A woman walks up and asks if I am ok, I nod. “Can you speak?” she asks in a soothing voice. I don't even answer. “You’re lucky,” she says. “We had this one in two years ago for manslaughter. But he was released because we didn't think he was a danger any more. Well, apparently we were wrong. But it is all over now
I shivered at the memory or maybe because of the …show more content…
I hit the phone stand and somehow catch the phone. I dial 911 thoughtlessly and hit call. He throws me to the floor again, I drop the floor and the phone skids across the floor. I don't even get up, I can't breathe, and I feel as if I’m suffocating. It seems like ages, but he comes back. He pulls me up, and then slams me down again; he sits on top of my squeezing my throat. It's only a few seconds, but it seems like years everything goes blurry. I hear a loud crash unsure of what exactly it would be. All of a sudden the weight is gone and I can breathe. I gulp air in and finally my vision comes back. Five men in blue uniforms have guns out; one is yelling something about remaining silent. A woman walks up and asks if I am ok, I nod. “Can you speak?” she asks in a soothing voice. I don't even answer. “You’re lucky,” she says. “We had this one in two years ago for manslaughter. But he was released because we didn't think he was a danger any more. Well, apparently we were wrong. But it is all over now