Today she woke up with the thought that this day would be special. Some kind of incomprehensible feeling inside, like anxiety, which she tried in every possible way to wrap in joy and pleasant excitement. It is a pity that she did not listen to this feeling at that moment. Evening. She likes to spend her evenings walking the streets of the city alone. It was already dark outside. And this evening she decided to spend this way. But it was not meant to be realize. On the way to the center, a man met her on the bus. His face and appearance at once seemed unattractive to her and wasn’t credible, but she decided not to think and don’t worry about it. In an hour they communicated as if they had known each other all their lives. But soon the glint in her eyes acquired the outline of horror, which she tried not to show him with all her strength. - .. let's go, it's already cold and the phone is discharged. And I need to call my family. - she said doing a step aside from him. - Hey, wait. Why are you moving away from me? Come closer. — He said in a calm but hard voice. - Why should I come closer to you? I want to go home. — She answered nervously. - Come on, come here. - The hardness of his tone [of voice] was replaced by rudeness. - No, it's time for me. I have to go. She did not have time to make a step, as he grabbed her by the jacket near her neck and sharply pulled her towards him. Putting one hand on her neck, he approached her face so close that she could feel his breath. All that she felt at that moment was fear. The paralyzing hurt spread through her body like icy, liquid metal. Suddenly she remembered that there was always a [pocket-] knife in the inner pocket of her jacket. She clenched her fists as she hesitantly took each movement. She noticed her feet tremble. Fire in the form of water stung her nut brown eyes, threatening their attack. She crunched her teeth over her lip harder than she ever had. Salty blood filled her mouth. Slowly, her brain picked up her feet in an unbalanced gait, carelessly dropping the lead weights to the ground with each harrowing step. Reality tried to tap its way into her marching brain's rhythm.— Hey, look at me, baby. I know that you want the same as I want, came on. Relax.. She opened her eyes and than she thought that her eyes are the last what he see. She can feel the sweat drench her skin, the throbbing of her own eyes, the ringing screams vibrating in her ears, and the thumping of her heart against her chest. Her fingers are curled into a fist, nails digging into her palm. She can't hear her rapid breathing, but she can feel the oxygen flooding in and out of her lungs. Hesitantly, her eyes look at the dead corpse before her, the person she killed. Fear tortures her guts, churning her stomach in tense cramps. Fear engulfs her conscience, knocking all other thoughts aside. Fear overwhelms her body, making it drastically exhausted. However, most of all, the fear is making her calm and that is what scares she the most.
1 Dec 2017
Inner Pocket as a Hiding-place for a Knife by Daria Kudenko
November 12, 1983. Morning.
Today she woke up with the thought that this day would be special. Some kind of incomprehensible feeling inside, like anxiety, which she tried in every possible way to wrap in joy and pleasant excitement. It is a pity that she did not listen to this feeling at that moment. Evening. She likes to spend her evenings walking the streets of the city alone. It was already dark outside. And this evening she decided to spend this way. But it was not meant to be realize. On the way to the center, a man met her on the bus. His face and appearance at once seemed unattractive to her and wasn’t credible, but she decided not to think and don’t worry about it. In an hour they communicated as if they had known each other all their lives. But soon the glint in her eyes acquired the outline of horror, which she tried not to show him with all her strength. - .. let's go, it's already cold and the phone is discharged. And I need to call my family. - she said doing a step aside from him. - Hey, wait. Why are you moving away from me? Come closer. — He said in a calm but hard voice. - Why should I come closer to you? I want to go home. — She answered nervously. - Come on, come here. - The hardness of his tone [of voice] was replaced by rudeness. - No, it's time for me. I have to go. She did not have time to make a step, as he grabbed her by the jacket near her neck and sharply pulled her towards him. Putting one hand on her neck, he approached her face so close that she could feel his breath. All that she felt at that moment was fear. The paralyzing hurt spread through her body like icy, liquid metal. Suddenly she remembered that there was always a [pocket-] knife in the inner pocket of her jacket. She clenched her fists as she hesitantly took each movement. She noticed her feet tremble. Fire in the form of water stung her nut brown eyes, threatening their attack. She crunched her teeth over her lip harder than she ever had. Salty blood filled her mouth. Slowly, her brain picked up her feet in an unbalanced gait, carelessly dropping the lead weights to the ground with each harrowing step. Reality tried to tap its way into her marching brain's rhythm.— Hey, look at me, baby. I know that you want the same as I want, came on. Relax.. She opened her eyes and than she thought that her eyes are the last what he see. She can feel the sweat drench her skin, the throbbing of her own eyes, the ringing screams vibrating in her ears, and the thumping of her heart against her chest. Her fingers are curled into a fist, nails digging into her palm. She can't hear her rapid breathing, but she can feel the oxygen flooding in and out of her lungs. Hesitantly, her eyes look at the dead corpse before her, the person she killed. Fear tortures her guts, churning her stomach in tense cramps. Fear engulfs her conscience, knocking all other thoughts aside. Fear overwhelms her body, making it drastically exhausted. However, most of all, the fear is making her calm and that is what scares she the most.
Today she woke up with the thought that this day would be special. Some kind of incomprehensible feeling inside, like anxiety, which she tried in every possible way to wrap in joy and pleasant excitement. It is a pity that she did not listen to this feeling at that moment. Evening. She likes to spend her evenings walking the streets of the city alone. It was already dark outside. And this evening she decided to spend this way. But it was not meant to be realize. On the way to the center, a man met her on the bus. His face and appearance at once seemed unattractive to her and wasn’t credible, but she decided not to think and don’t worry about it. In an hour they communicated as if they had known each other all their lives. But soon the glint in her eyes acquired the outline of horror, which she tried not to show him with all her strength. - .. let's go, it's already cold and the phone is discharged. And I need to call my family. - she said doing a step aside from him. - Hey, wait. Why are you moving away from me? Come closer. — He said in a calm but hard voice. - Why should I come closer to you? I want to go home. — She answered nervously. - Come on, come here. - The hardness of his tone [of voice] was replaced by rudeness. - No, it's time for me. I have to go. She did not have time to make a step, as he grabbed her by the jacket near her neck and sharply pulled her towards him. Putting one hand on her neck, he approached her face so close that she could feel his breath. All that she felt at that moment was fear. The paralyzing hurt spread through her body like icy, liquid metal. Suddenly she remembered that there was always a [pocket-] knife in the inner pocket of her jacket. She clenched her fists as she hesitantly took each movement. She noticed her feet tremble. Fire in the form of water stung her nut brown eyes, threatening their attack. She crunched her teeth over her lip harder than she ever had. Salty blood filled her mouth. Slowly, her brain picked up her feet in an unbalanced gait, carelessly dropping the lead weights to the ground with each harrowing step. Reality tried to tap its way into her marching brain's rhythm.— Hey, look at me, baby. I know that you want the same as I want, came on. Relax.. She opened her eyes and than she thought that her eyes are the last what he see. She can feel the sweat drench her skin, the throbbing of her own eyes, the ringing screams vibrating in her ears, and the thumping of her heart against her chest. Her fingers are curled into a fist, nails digging into her palm. She can't hear her rapid breathing, but she can feel the oxygen flooding in and out of her lungs. Hesitantly, her eyes look at the dead corpse before her, the person she killed. Fear tortures her guts, churning her stomach in tense cramps. Fear engulfs her conscience, knocking all other thoughts aside. Fear overwhelms her body, making it drastically exhausted. However, most of all, the fear is making her calm and that is what scares she the most.
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