Lonely

I walk down the streets in New York, New York, heading towards my home after a long day of work. I don't have anyone to go home to, only the cold hole in the wall I call a home. It's not like I make enough to have a nice home anyway, only this small one bedroom inside of an alley way. No neighbors, nothing. Just a laundromat up front that's next to my favorite Chinese restaurant.

The chilling air makes me grip the jacket a little tighter than before, as I listen to the distant sounds of cars honking and saxophones playing in the streets for money. It truly is an artsy city, very beautiful through the hustle and bustle.

My footsteps echo against the alleyway walls,
Or at least what I think are echos. Who knows any more. At anytime people could watch you and you wouldn't even know. That's the bad thing about a city, its so easy for people to go missing and not even have someone notice. It's saddening, and it makes me paranoid.

That thought makes me pull the jacket a little bit tighter, as if it's my protector,and my pace quickens to get home.

Lonely.
I hear hummed. I look around, but see no one. I look forward, feeling slightly confused and even more frightened.

I feel so lonely.
The pace quickens as I drop my grip on my jacket as I near a sprint, but still inside a walk. I never was one to handle fear well.

I've got nobody.
I look behind me, the footsteps clearer now. I see a silhouette of a man in a trenchcoat walking down the alley I'm switching out of. He hums the strangely haunting song, as It echoes like I once thought my shoes were.

The voice fades away to nothing as the footsteps speed but disappear, leaving me to pause and look back as the man paces away speedily. I stare back confused for a long time, until someone wraps their arms around me.

"To call my own." It's sung in a whispered tone and followed by a sadistic chuckle. I realize what he did as I scream but it's too late, as my mouth is covered with a rough calloused hand. I look back fearfully to see the identity of my attacker, but sadly its only for a second, as the same man takes his other hand and covers my mouth with it, moving to hold my shaking body in his other arm. The hand that now is on my mouth was filled with a white, dampened cloth, that is now covering my nose as well.

I struggle, holding my breath and twisting to fight away. I may be afraid, but it doesn't make me weak.

"You're not supposed to fight, my darling. You're only making it worse for yourself." The smooth voice rolls into my ear with a jersey accent latched too it. I push away from his strong grip as much as possible but to no avail, seeing as I'm trapped in his death lock. It's getting harder and harder to hold my breath as he says "You can't hold it forever." and that saying reigns true as I gasp outwards.

I suck in a deep breath, forgetting about the drug riddled rag that makes me waver in and out of consciousness already. He carefully lifts my legs into his other arm so I'm hoisted up in bridal style. The drugs finally take full effect as the world around me blurs and fades. "That's it love, That's a good girl." He says, finally taking away the cloth and moving to better his hold on me.

The last words echo through my numbed brain, the worry and fear disappearing into nothingness.

Notes

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