Taken

When I woke up, I was in a dark room. I could hear other people in the same room, but they sounded just a scared as I was. I was so cold sitting on a cement floor. I could feel the coldness of the chains around my wrists and ankles. A door opened and a dim, yellow light came on. Only 4 other people were in the room; all women.

As the guy slowly came in the room, I could make out a creepy smile on his face. He was dirty and smelly. He had on a pair of jeans, that I could tell use to be blue, now covered in what looked like heavy dirt. The design on his white, now yellow shirt, was so faded, I couldn't tell what it was of.

As he got closer to me, I could see his long, pointy, yellow finger nails. What seemed odd to me, was that he wasn't wearing any shoes. His toe nails were just as long, pointy and yellow as his fingers. He was making this gurgling noise, which grew louder and louder as he got closer and closer to me. As he us unlocking my chains, my body became paralyzed. I couldn't move. He dragged me to the middle of the room. Now, all the women were screaming and crying. It echoed in the small, cold room.

Something took over and he tore into my lifeless body. His finger nails dug into my back, as his toe nails dug into my legs. He ripped off my shoes and took a bite into my heel. Blood was streaming from my cold body. I now know that wasn't dirt on his jeans, that was dried blood. After what seemed to be hours of feasting on my blood-drained body, he left the room.

Now everyone was quiet and motionless. I was still alive! I looked at my limp body. The first thing I notice is a huge gash on my right foot, towards the bottom. The only thing I could think was "how am I suppose to go running in the morning?".

My alarm went off and now it was time to go running in the pitch black coldness of outside.

When I got up, I dug through my running drawer (where I keep my running gear, sock, shorts, etc.) and found my pepper spray that Jason had bought a few years back. I wanted to make sure no one could take me back to that cement room.

I kept looking behind me, thinking I heard something. But, I managed to have a great 3 mile run. Just what I needed to loosen up my legs and start my day!

Does anyone else have a fear of being taken, while running (I'm not afraid of being hit by a car while running)?