I've always had some pretty bad thoughts swirling around in my head, but that's where they've always stayed. It's the end of the fall season and I knew tonight I needed to get off the couch and take a shower to start feeling like myself again. I was more relaxed than I'd been in a while so I took full advantage and used the time to shave and tidy up. I was dreading work the next day, knowing I'd have to be up early to deal with asshole customers. As I headed off to bed, I couldn't help but admire the smoothness of my freshly shaved legs and my petite, 5'4" self in the mirror. With that, I go to bed and fall asleep.
The following work day was as ordinary as any other. My shift was almost over when I saw an older childhood friend walk in. We'll call him Timothy. Timothy is about 6'5" and pretty muscular. He stopped and we began making small talk seeing as I wasn't busy when one of my co-workers interrupted us.
"What time do you get off today, Annie?"
I responded by telling her 8 o'clock and she walked away to finish her tasks. Timothy was still standing there when I turned around and he told me he had to go and that we'd catch up later. 8 o'clock rolls around and as I'm walking out to my car, I suddenly hear footsteps running toward me and I feel strong arms hugging me from behind. I freak out until I see it's just Timothy. I laugh and try to move thinking he was just messing around with me until I feel something cold poking into my side. It stings and as my breath hitches, I hear him say,
"You really shouldn't say what time you're leaving work with that many people standing around, it's dangerous. Walk. If you scream, you're dead."
