There was blood on my pillow. It's 6 a.m. and there is blood on my pillow. I started to try and remember what happened the night bfore. I struggled to remember, but then it hit me.
Last night I had gone to dinner with friends. We laughed, we ate, we drank. It was a good time. I was out really late and since i wasnt far from my home, I decided to walk. Thinking back to it, it was a bad idea.
On my way home i had to pass through a dark ally. I started hear strange noises. It sounded like someone was following me. My walk turned into a run and before I knew it I was being chased. Who was this man following me? What did he want? I ran as fast as I could. When I got to my door he tackled me in. I got up and ran to my room but he followed. The last thing i remember is the man picking up a large object off my floor and hitting me in the head with it.
When i woke up this morning there was blood on my pillow, and now I know why.