Run Girl Run
"EmMma," slithered from his mouth. Her eyes honed on a cracked and mold stained mirror reflecting fractured glimpses of his approach. Emma's heart thundered over its own beats. Thump-thump-thump-thump. She wrapped both her hands around her mouth and squeezed tight; pressing her elbows down on her own ribs in attempts to slow her breathing. Terror rose in her heart like a black fire and it hurt. His steps echoed off walls and thin plywood. A wind blew flapping tarps, a sound reminiscent of bats escaping a cave. Her thoughts scrambled for safe resolutions, He passes. I run. He passes. I run. He passes... A deep burly laugh interrupted her plan of escape slowly drowning down to a madman's cackle. A high pitch scream accompanied her pursuers inhalation serving as his crescendo to his display of a psychotic symphony. Uncontrollable tears streamed down her face as sobs of absolute dread forced muffled noises from her hand-covered mouth. Panic sprang through her. She knew her nose was beginning to run and her next breath would be loud, too loud. She knew it was now or never.
Emma let her mouth free and fear forced a deep and broken up inhale. She felt his presence turn towards her as she ran as fast as she could for the work site entrance. The keys are in the car. The keys are in the car—shotgunned through her mind. Her legs moved with a purpose like never before—they burned and felt heavier with every desperate pump. She saw the chain fencing and the slid open gate. Slight relief hardened into determination. You can do this, almost there, just a little bit farther. She heard a sound that deadened all hope in an instant. The jostling of keys and they were unmistakably her keys. They were but inches behind her. She knew then like never before that this was it. In a last attempt to live and in a cry for all that she was her voice boomed, "SOMEBODY FUCKING HEL—"