Fear

• Lauren Jones, Grade 11
• Short Story
• 2012

Run! My brain screamed at me. Keep running and don’t look back. I could hear the heavy thud of the person’s boots not far behind me. Who was chasing me? What did they want? I asked myself. Tears were streaming down my face, mixing with the sweat that had been produced from running. I couldn’t believe what was happening. One minute I’m down at the shops buying bread and a bottle of milk for my mother and the next I’m being chased down an alley way by… something. I had to call someone, anyone. But how? My phone was zipped up in my bag over my shoulder. I couldn’t risk trying to get it out. I began to grow tired from running. I knew I couldn’t stop but my legs were unable to go any further. I checked the time on my watch. 6.15pm. The sky was beginning to darken. Mum was going to be wondering where I was, she was going to be worried. I suddenly felt a bony hand grasp my shoulder. A huge wave of fear went through me like a bolt of lightning. I turned around to see who had chased me…