My breath got heavier and heavier, and it got harder and harder to breathe. I could nearly feel my fingers. My heart was beating like a big drum. It grantet like an almost blast loudspeaker. It was all quiet. All I could hear was my own breath and my heart. Maybe a dog barking far, far away. The asphalt was wet, and sometimes I could hear a raindrop falling from the corner of a house roof or a spout.
I waited, like I had done the last 2 hours. It was dark. I could nearly see a thing. Suddenly I heard footsteps. They were quick, just like someone was in a hurry.. or was really scared. They were coming closer and closer. My knees started to shake. “You have to do it, YOU HAVE TO DO IT!” the voice inside my head said. “How else could you get what you have in you?” That voice.. that voice is driving me nuts!
The footsteps was really close now. Maybe only five seconds away. I could feel the knife in my hand. It was the only thing I could feel right now. Suddenly it got as heavy as a rock. The voices inside my head started to yell. They were yelling and yelling. They was yelling so high, that I couldn’t longer heard my heart or my breath. The footsteps were right in front of me, and I started to yell to drown the voices in my head.