That Night

A descriptive writing that I wrote for English class in college.

Thunder cracks, lightning bolts strike, lighting up the night sky, and the rain is pounding the ground fiercely as my unprotected feet hit the pavement.  While I dash hastily towards my destination I can hear the brakes of the car screeching, and the drunk men inside. They hoot and holler, using demeaning language in hopes that I will stop and turn to face them. My mind, however, is set on reaching home. I occasionally glance back, watching them swerve left and right as they continue with their boisterous behavior.   

 

I can feel my heart beating rapidly and I’m gasping heavily, but I keep going. I can hear the splattering sound of my feet beating the puddles on the ground. Images race through my mind of these men catching up to me. Maybe I’ll fall and twist my ankle, or come to a dead end stop.    

 

The images are erased when I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my foot. There isn’t much light on the dark filled street, so I limp along, until I come to a single bench just a block away from home. I want so bad to keep going, but the pain is unbearable. I can feel the lump forming in my throat and the tears welling in my eyes as I sit down to take a glimpse at my foot. In the center of the bottom of my foot are pieces of shattered glass, some big and some small, leaving blood all over the bottom of my foot. The blood is being washed away by the rain when I hear one of the men shouting, “She stopped! Let’s go!” With that, I hear the car begin to speed up.   

 

Feeling nothing but fear, I get up, ignoring the cuts on my foot, and try to limp as fast as possible to my home. The pain outgrows fear and I cannot walk much longer. I find myself feeling defeated and I collapse on the ground. I sit on the sidewalk rocking back and forth, holding my foot, and wanting to cry out for help. Before words can escape my mouth, I look up and watch as the drunk driver continues to speed and swerve, getting closer. The headlights on the car are bright and blinding. I give up, covering my eyes, crying hysterically.    

 

I look up and the car full of drunks is just two feet away. When they reach me, they slow down and holler many more belittling words, knowing that their behavior frightens me. The men laugh and point, finding entertainment in what they’re doing.    

 

Police sirens go off and the men panic. They quiet down and speed off. Not paying attention to the direction they’re headed, they instantly slam into a metal pole. It doesn’t take long before the cops arrive, arresting each of the men.   

 

I sit and watch as the police read them their rights, cuff them, and place them in the back of the car. When they leave, I continue sitting for a moment, until I struggle to stand up. When I do, I limp the rest of the way home, thanking God for saving me from those men.

Author's Note

Could definitely use some suggestions for a new title. Not liking the one I randomly chose....

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