The Countdown
She dashed through the murky route, a white thread slashing through the darkness. Each gasp was in sync with the steps of her salvation. Her feet have landed to the scattered shards on the ground, causing her to leave a scarlet trail on the undisturbed path. She tilted her head behind her only to see the terrifying shadow swiftly closing the distance between them. She scrambled away, not wasting a second of her life. She didn't mind the anguish slowly swallowing her body. She didn't mind the breeze going in her direction. She just needed to get out of there alive.
One, two, tree coming home at twelve Four, five, six such a welcoming shelve Seven, eight, nine they're drowning in red Ten, eleven, twelve crawling to your bed
She was limping through her agonizing journey when she found a concealed corner. She took a deep breath as she dragged herself into hiding. It was only when she was sitting did she realize that she's drenched with blood. She slashed a portion of her dress and wrapped it around her wounded foot. She sighed for a moment only to tense right away. She could hear some strides getting near. She bit her lip so that she wouldn't be tempted to scream. Her chest throbbed like a gong as she braced herself for an attack.
One, two, three will not leave without a fight Four, five, six hardly gripping on a scythe Seven, eight, nine will try so hard not to cry Ten, eleven, twelve screaming to the last goodbye
She waited. It seemed like hours have passed but there's still no one there. She squeezed her eyes shut, anticipating a staggering move. However, there was nothing. She sat there for more minutes and more hours. Assuming safety, she got out of her sanctuary. There's still an odd sensation encircling her presence. She tried to look for signs left by her captor. But everything around her was telling her that she's been alone all along. Confused, she looked at her hands. She's holding a knife soaked with blood. Is it hers? Is it someone else's? She doesn't know. She dropped it on the floor and scampered away.
One, two, three taking on a flight Four, five, six nobody's there in sight Seven, eight, nine their bodies were found Ten, eleven, twelve she dare not make a sound
