The Bank (Chapter 7, Writing the Article)
Posted April 26th, 2007 by AlecO
Over the next 3 days, nothing irregualar happened, and I calmed down slightly. I could focus more on the frontpage article I had to write. My days were filled with intense two hour typing sessions, revising and rearranging, backspacing and clicking. This article had to be perfect. If I were to get it right, I would have to work for hours. This was an incredibly important milestone in my career, because if Mr. Zeman absoultely loved this article, I just might get promoted to a full time writer. And that was great, because I would be one step closer to my ultimate goal,
As I typed I would bring this to my mind and begin to work even harder. The article was coming along very nicely, as for I had some personnel experience with this topic. I didn't mention that in the actual article, but it helped me write it a bit better. I had sent in the police report, but of course the ignorant police ignored it and nothing extra was done to protect me. So everynow and again, I would look out the window as I typed, checking for any suspicous indivduals. So far, everthing was going fine...
The next day, I would see someone.
I was putting the finishing touches on the article, my fingers carefully tapping in the last sentences. I stopped and stood up, feeling the urge to get a beverage of somesort. As I walked to the tiny kitchen, wanting to quench my thirst, I happened to glance out the window. There was a car, the same car I had seen at the bank not a week ago, was parked in the lot outside my aparment. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I was frozen, because I heard heavy footsteps trudging up the stairs. But I could take no action, for if I ran down the stairs, I would meet the guy face to face, and if I jumped out the window, I would proabably break my legs and be prone for him to do whatever to me.
I was trapped.
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