As I walk down the dark and quiet streets dressed in:
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I take out my phone to check the time. 7:32pm

Then I stick it back into the depths of my pocket and look up at the sky. It was almost dark and the clouds were a combination of vibrant colors; like orange, red and even purple.

About a month ago, I had no choice, but to move away from my home in New York and live with my older brother in Michigan. My mother and I had gotten into a nasty car accident with a truck and after that, it was only me.

There was a sudden noise of a stick breaking behind me, and as I turn around, the memories of the past fade away. It was a man. He wore a blue sweatshirt and dark rinsed jeans. He walked in a crooked line, as if he was drunk, but he looked like trouble.

I sit down slowly on a bench a couple feet away and cover my face with my hand; pretending to scratch my head. I wished for him to walk by and I take out my phone to text my friend. Fear strikes me when the young man walks up to me and slaps the phone out of my hands. He bent down, close to my face and I turn my head to the side, but his hand comes up fast and grabs my chin to look at him. Mine came up and slapped him, then I kicked him hard in the stomach.
I stand up, getting ready to run, but he gets hold of his balance and wraps his arms around my waist.

"You're not going anywhere."
He whispered, slurring his words. His hands began sliding down and I try to scream, but his other hand slaps onto my mouth hard. He towered over me and I try to slap him, but I could sense him grinning.

I'm pushed up harshly against a brick wall and he rips my flannel off; revealing my thin arms. I manage to get his hand away from my mouth and I shriek loudly for help; praying that someone-anyone could hear me.

But no one appears, I bring my leg up and kick him away with all the strength I have. He falls backwards, but still on his feet.

I run. I could hear him racing after me and he was fast.

Suddenly I see a small building with the door slightly, propped open. I flash up the small, rocky steps and close the door loudly behind me.
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The noise echoed about the room and I look around. It's a church, but it's empty.

"Hello?"
I make out of my words, but it comes out with a crack and I sit down in one of the rows and rows of seats. I look up at the cross on the wall and my hands come up to cover my face. I start to cry and I could feel a tear roll down my cheek.

I trembled from the fear that the man would find me, but I prayed that I would never see him again.

Suddenly something from behind me touches my shoulder. I gasp and stand up straight; my heart skipping a beat, but I was comforted by the sight of somebody else.
He was dressed in a black suit, but he didn't look like a preacher; more like he was coming from a funeral.

"Don't be"
He says and walks a step closer; raising his hand up to wipe away a small tear from my cheek.

"What?"
I question and take a step back. Something about him made my spine trickle with coldness as I gaze into his green, emerald eyes.

"Don't be scared."
He answered casually. There was a short pause, then he continued

"Life is a test and it can seem hard at times to pass, but your a strong girl. You have courage, strength, "
As he spoke, his words rolled out of his mouth almost perfectly and a side of his lips curved up into a crooked smile.

"You're different, Maggie."
He said slowly and my head begins to throb.

"How do you know my name?"
I ask, freaked out

"It's a small town. Word gets around about a new-comer."
And he turns around to walk away.

"You never told me your name."
I proceed and follow him outside of the church, into the darkness. But once I step down the small steps again, I look around for the boy, but I couldn't remember what he looked like. It was as if he vanished.

Notes

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