Clara
In the midst of my mental chaos, I stop and tell myself there's no time to think. I don't know how long I was lost in my own thoughts. And I just react. Or at least… I try to.
But my body doesn't respond as it should, because he's faster. Much faster.
His hand closes around my arm with brutal force, pulling me back. The impact against his chest takes the air out of me suddenly.
"Let go of me!" I shouted.
Or I try. Because my voice comes out broken, messy... Desperate.
I try to break free, push, hit, whatever... but he holds me as if I weighed nothing.
As if he already knew exactly how to do this, as if this… wasn't improvised.
Fear hits me hard, it's not that nerve from before. It is not discomfort, this is terror. I can define it now, pure and real terror.
My heart beats so
