The Monster

She tiptoed through the hall, peering her head around the corner.

"Hello?" She whispered.

A long, high-pitched scream came out.

Anither escaped her lungs as she looked up to see her captor.

This.. thing, it dragged her bidy across the rug, giving her rug burn, and threw her out of the window, the glass shards scraping her.

"Help!" She yelled and screamed for mercy as she fell out of the apartment building.

She dropped so fast, yet it felt so slow.

"Is this it? This is how I die?" She laughed.

She always laughed when she was nervous or scared.

A sillhouette of a man with a gray suit caught her.

She gasped and looked up at the man, blood dripping out of her wounds from the glass. shards.

In an instant, he was gone, and she fell to the floor, her impact decreased.

"Im okay!" She laughed in relief. She crawled around to a woman in a wheelchair.

The woman was muslim, had a cute button nose, and gasped when she saw the bleeding woman.

"Are you alright!?" She asked in disarray.

"N-not really! Uhm, a-a-a hospital?"

"Yes, yeah. Of course!" She said looking around for spmebody to help.

People just passed by in the street with no care in the world about the bleeding woman on the floor. Could they even see her?

"Excuse me, ma'am, are you quite alright?" A short man asked, walking up to the women.

"Yes, yeah, I just need a h-hospital," the bleeding woman stuttered.

He didnt answer.

"Well?" He asked.

"Yeah! This girl needs a doctor!" The muslim woman shouted at the man, pointing to the empty concrete.

"What girl?"