Chasing traces of light
She began running. What she had seen in that dark alley had already started to infect her soul. Creeping up inside her and instilling fear in her head. She had to run. To keep moving. Out of the darkness. Her arm was still numb and she wasn’t even sure if that needle was sterilized. Blood was still dripping on the corners of her dress, but all she could think about was getting out of there. Finding light. She couldn’t feel anymore. She was scared but couldn’t sense it. The past fortnight had been a nightmare. How she got into it, she can’t remember. She just wanted out, now!
The shadows of those men chasing after her, first with a stolen car and then on foot, running behind her as their body masses seemed to grow larger with every step closer they came. It was all so vivid in her mind still. And every couple of minutes she would turn her head round, out of fear that a tattooed-muscle-pumped arm would reach over and grab her. Pull her back on to a stinky t-shirt, gag her and tie her up on a wooden chair in a dark room, with only water and stale bread for survival. She didn’t want to go back to that. And what did they want from her anyway? She had no money, and knew no one in the area. It was all a series of wrong choices that led there. Spur of the moment impulses that in hindsight were so wrong.
But that was over now. All she had to do now was persevere and find a place with light. With people. With life. Her eyes had already gotten used to the darkness but she just had to reach for more light. And she was bound to find it…306 words for this week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge – to include the word infect INFECT 3a : contaminate, corrupt <the inflated writing that infects such stories> b : to work upon or seize upon so as to induce sympathy, belief, or support <trying to infect their salespeople with their enthusiasm>