Safe

I kept looking over my shoulder, always thinking that someone might suddenly sneak up on me and take my stuff, or worse. I'm not as cautious during the day though. It's unlikely someone would sneak up on anyone with a number of audiences ready to point their fingers.

But this time it was different. The sun was gone and there isn't much light on the street. It takes less than ten minutes reach my house. I should be one of those smart people and get a ride home, but I didn't see the need for it. I wanted to walk home. It helps me think.

It wasn't the wisest decision though--not for someone as vulnerable as me. I could easily disappear on the street for a brief moment, if anyone dared to take me. But somehow I felt brave and strong, and like most stupid girls, I ignored the danger.

As I reached halfway home, the street grew quiet. Another glance over my shoulder and I caught sight of the pending danger approaching. There was a silhouette following behind me. He was three times bigger than I was, and was strong enough to suppress my cry if I decided to fight back.

My pace quickened, hoping to quickly reach the safety of the light from the church ahead. But I couldn't walk as fast. The ground was muddy and my vision could not see well in the dark. I was afraid I might fall into one of the holes that was supposed to cover the canals. But I made it.

I didn't bother looking back. I went through the shortcut by the church, until I reached the houses. Luckily people were still awake, pacing in front of their houses, enjoying the cool night air.

I slowed down, knowing that the danger was gone. I smiled thinking that it was probably nothing. I was just paranoid. There wasn't any real danger, but I was just being cautious.

When I reached my house. I let myself fall on the couch, letting out a deep sigh. I'm home now, and I'm safe.