Fallen in His Hands
 

It was silent except for the rustling leaves under my feet and my lungs crying for oxygen as I ran to safer place. I finally reached a point where I thought I’d lost him, but I could still feel his presence linger behind me. This feeling never left me, the stalkerish obsession bit at me. I knew every single though of danger. He couldn’t fool me anymore; I’m not gullible like his other victims. There was never truly a safe place; he’d all ways find me one way or another.
“Go Away!!” I screamed out on impulse. I sunk down on the cold ground, and cried. I needed to wish this nightmare away, but every time I tried, the hard slap of reality made me realize that this was all real. Every minute of every day he wanted me, every part of me, and when I didn’t give it to him, he wanted me even more. So bad it became an addiction.  I won’t let this man take over me. What a goal that won’t be succeeded.