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EDIT NOV 007♥When darkness Falls.........COMMENT♥ |
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t was past midnight and I driving my colleague Lizzie, who also happened to be my neighbor. Driving during nights had always been rather tedious and rather scary. The roads I passed were dark and bare, and not a soul was to be seen, except for a black, Mercedes driving steadily behind us. Somehow, I felt secure about that.
After half an hour driving, Lizzie had already drifted to another world - a world of dreams. I glanced again at the rear view and suddenly got a horrible feeling that we were being stalked. The black car had been following us ever since. Unfortunately, we were still far from home. I woke Lizzie and told her to be on the lookout, but she was lost and thought I had gone crazy. I sighed, wishing I had not woken her up. She was better off asleep and due to the fact of being tired, I closed my eyes, only for a split of a second.
After that, things happened fast. A red car, like a flash of lightning, hit my car from a side road, and it was only mere luck that we had survived. Lizzie was aghast and nearly fainted, but at least we were not hurt. Apparently, that was nothing. The driver of the black car - Mr. X - hurried up to us... he was holding a pistol.
His clothing consisted of an elegant black shirt, and a pair of old, patched denim jeans. Somehow he looked ridiculous. His eyes were dark and sad but they showed no mercy. He pursed his thin, pale lips. I noticed that he had had a deep scar over his left eye. I winced at him and he stood there, leaning his heavy figure over his car, staring blankly at me. All this time he was holding his precious possession - his pistol.
Slowly, very slowly indeed, he pressed the trigger, pointing at Lizzie who had been looking weakly at him. She was probably wishing hard to believe that it was just an occasional nightmare from her heavenly dreams she had been dreaming. Her reflexes were there, because she woke up from her stillness and dived down. Just in time to escape from the BULLET. His nose flared with anger. He mumbled something to the driver of the red car – Mr. Y, who looked identical to him, except for his scar - and gave him a CRUMPLED PAPER. I gave a suspicious look at Mr.Y. I nearly could feel the coldness which surrounded us. He then talked to his acquaintance, or brother, and they whispered. It seemed as though they were arguing.
I did not lose any of this precious time. I fumbled for my pink, fluffy mobile phone, dialed the POLICE station's number, and managed to whisper the word 'emergency' and the whereabouts of where I was. Alas, Mr.X hurried up to me, snatched my mobile, and threw the phone heavily on the road, as if to vent his anger. My phone broke to tiny pieces. I was dumb stricken at such peculiar behavior.
I gave a quick look at Lizzie, she was trembling, and I tried to comfort her. Mr.X was heading towards us, while Mr. Y was heading towards MY car. I gave an angry look at Mr.X, but I knew that the police were only a few minutes away... unless they thought it was a hoax. A second later, the policeman's shrieking siren was to be heard, and it was only a few roads away. It was a comfort to Lizzie and I must confess, that it actually did comfort me too as I realized I had been nervous and trembling. Mr.X and Mr.Y were furious and ran as fast as their short legs could carry them, further down the road. I laughed heartily and my friend seemed to relax too. Poor rogues, they had no time to escape, and the policeman caught them very easily.
The next day, it was reported that we had been mistaken for some other car. Mr. X and Y, who were actually twins, who had had a bad reputation with the police and were sent instantly to jail.
That was a horrible mistake. Lizzie and I are now close friends as we have understood how precious we had been to each other at that time.
But one must take the good qualities which come out from the bad things which happen in our life. Had this not happened, we would never learned how important friendship is to us.
Lolz, musta suck >.< gonk
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