Run

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I woke up. My eyes were swollen and hard to open. I squinted. I had no control over my senses and no capability to figure out where I was. My head was thumping in a repetitive rhythm. As my eyes and senses adjusted to my surroundings, I realised I was in a hotel room, with no recollection of how I got there or the previous nights events. My clothes were scattered across the floor along with my possessions and glasses with contents of which I could have only presumed was alcohol. I looked down to see scratches and blood marks along my arms and legs. At that moment a chilling fear ran down my back and caused me to jolt up swiftly, livening my senses and making me aware that I was not safe. Hesitantly, not wanting to make any noise or provoke whoever had done this to me, I gathered my clothes, redressed myself and made my way to the door. With every step the anxiety built up inside me. As I turned the handle of the hotels door, I felt a warm, sharp intake of breath on my neck. I swiftly I turned around to see a man standing there with a bloody piece of cloth. No words were exchanged between us, we just stared at each other. Then to my shock horror he started to move towards me. Slow at first but then gaining speed and momentum. His face showed signs of anger and rage. In a panic I turn the door handle, opened the door and slipped out of there. I ran.

As I was running, I heard the footsteps increase, closer, closer. I ran around the corner of the corridor which took me into the reception. The footsteps had stopped. I looked around. Bewildered. Where did he go? What did he want with me? A member of the hotel approached me and said 'Mam, You look slightly distressed, do you need some help?.' I don't remember much after that. Just pitch darkness and a lot of hustle and bustle.