Fight or Flight?

It was late and my shift was finally over. I walked outside and discovered it was RAINING.
"Oh my goodness, I can't believe this" I sighed. I hated the idea that I had no choice but to walk home in it, these are the times I wish I had a car. "Why does god forsake me?"
I started the trek home. There was something different about tonight, besides the rain, everything was a lot quieter than usual, and there was a lot less activity as well. (At least it seemed that way to me.) Despite the creepy vibes, I continued to walk down Butcher street. As I was walking I noticed the trash molded into the cracks and conformed to rocks on the street as the rain pounded against it on the ground. The trash didn't blow around on the ground the way it usually did. By that time I was nearly a block away from the Washington Heights Apartments, I was drenched. I wasn't worried that the disgusting rain water had saturated through my coat and clothes to the point where I could feel the water on my skin, I was concerned about how eerie the night was.
I thought I heard another pair of feet walking behind me, so I turned around to check. I was so afraid to find out becuase I didn't know how I would react. I thought to myself, "Who would I know outside at this hour and on a night like this?" In the distance, I could hear the quick paced steps coming towards my direction. As I walked faster, I slowly turned just my head to try to sneek a peak. There was a big tall figure wearing a full length black raincoat. When he reached in his pocket and pulled out a gun I realized that I couldn't run from this guy anymore. HE WAS ABOUT TO KILL ME!!!
I stopped running and immediately took of my bag off my shoulders and trew it toward him. I was terrified so my aim was off, and it passed him. As I said, "I don't have much, please just take it leave me!", I noticed he turned around around to go get the bag. He wasn't aware of me so I looked for the direction of my apartment building and immediately took off. I sprinted faster than I think I ever have my whole life. Washington Heights was just down the street. I looked behind me and he was still gathering the items that were scattered on the sidewalk. I was getting away! I survived!
I snuck into the side door of the building and ran down the hall of the first floor. I could still see the guy out on the sidewalk. My loud steps and heavy breathing must have disturbed the tenant in room apartment 116. I continued to peer out the window with amazment. I was stunned that I had been a victim of a crime I always thought would never happen to me. This guy, Alan was the name he told me, asked me what was going on. I pointed towards the window speechless. I couldn't find the words to tell him. I guess the look of terror that was on my face and the sight of the man out on the sidewalk going through a woman's purse was a good enough explaination. He shook his head and went back inside his room. I walked towards the stairwell towards my apartment. After walking up all six flights of stairs I walked down the hall towards my door with my arms crossed tight around me. I was so afraid and ready to just let go. I opened my door and locked all four locks and just fell in my bed and cried myself to sleep.







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