Break the bones

 I was walking home late night knowing damn well something is about to happen if I didn't quickened my steps. The steps which seemed to feel like walking over pinpricks everytime I took one as the pencil heel I chose to wore is digging its dagger in my soles now. I hate myself sometimes for making this quick decisions.

As I reach a safe lane close to my home, my heart goes slower for believing I will be inside the cold sheets soon to be turned warm and let me have a good night's sleep.

When I was about to take a turn, I believe i saw someone out of my side eye but when I looked clear enough there was no one. Maybe the trees could be playing tricks but I am not a fucking fool so I run to my apartment. When I put the key in and turned the lock, I heard rushed footsteps at the base of the silent apartment.

I knew it.

I quickly got inside my home and turned every lock on the door, then I hastily switched off all the lights, checked upon all the incoming windows and open spaces, before going to my bed.

My heart is still beating furiously but I think i will be safe as far as now. Though, all along the night, I didn't hear any rushed voices in the apartment later on. I was safe.