I could feel the chill on the night air on the back of my neck, he wind howling past my ears like savage dogs waiting for their moment to strike. The rain icy and cold pelting down upon my head and body, seeping through my clothes and forming droplets of moisture on my skin. The only thing I could think to do was keep walking, pick up the pace, get home faster, only a few blocks now, not far to go. I look up, the rain making it hard for me to see, I see only light and shapes blurred by the water distorting my vision. I wipe the droplets away from my face. In the distance I see a black figure bathed by the glow of the streetlights. Walking towards me, getting closer and closer with each step I take. I can see him now. He’s mid 20’s, quite attractive, muscle bound like you would not believe. I can see myself how he sees me. A young woman, a short skirt and tight top, just home from a night on the town, didn’t see fit to wear actual clothing out. But you know how it is in this day and age, a girl has to look her best on a night out, especially when your friends are glamazons with perfect bodies.
  “Are you ok Hun?” the question shocked me, I expected him just to walk past me and not to give me a second look, seeing him now up close I can see how wrong I was when I called him attractive, he was stunning, perfect crystal blue yes, long blonde hair drenched and matted down to his head, yet somehow still looked good on him.
  “Huh? Sorry yes I’m fine, thank you.” I had to smile, if I didn’t I would have fainted from embarrassment, I must have looked a real state, all wet and sodden. “I’m just walking home, forgot my coat like the airhead I know I am.” letting out a small nervous laugh.
  “Do you really think you should be out here all alone? Do you live very far?” It seemed a really odd question to ask, something my dads friends would ask in the old man way they do. But coming from this guy his attractiveness dropped about 100 points, it really made me feel uncomfortable.
“Yeah I’ll be fine, I don’t live very far at all” Which was true, I lived about 10 minutes walk from were we were stopped in the rain talking. I nodded appreciatively, gave a quick smile and side stepped around him. I started walking towards home again, the rain coming down harder now, I could feel the chill of the rain soaking its way through every fibre of clothing I had on, which was not much in the first place. From just behind me I heard him call “Don’t you think its best that I walk you home? Make sure you get hoe ok, its awfully dangerous for a girl to be walking alone in the streets at this time of night.” I did not turn around to answer his question, I simply called out to him “Seriously, thank you but ill be fine, I swear.” and carried on walking, a new chill swept through my body like a tidal wave which had absolutely nothing to do with the weather. A feeling of violation and fear unlike anything I’d ever felt before. My legs were already straining against the wind, but every fibre of my being was telling me to run, run fast, all the way until I was safe inside my house with my housemates. Then the seriousness in me kicked in, I knew I was being stupid, I was the playing the poor defenceless chick routine on myself. He was probably just a nice guy worried about another human being, if I saw somebody in minimum clothing in this weather, I’d be worried about them too. I went over a few things which made myself feel stupid in my mind, that was until I heard the footsteps through the rain, I looked up and knew that there was nobody in front of me. I dared not look back, I didn’t want my every nightmare I’ve had since I was a teenager to come true.
   I push my legs as much as I can and pick up speed, the gates and walls to the perimeters of houses rush by me as I power walk up the long road to my house. He footsteps gain on me at an unimaginable speed, my neck turns involuntarily and I see him, about 5 metres behind me, slowly jogging, I see raindrops glisten off the metallic object in his hand, the water dipping off the sharp edge. I see the look in his eyes. My body takes over. I run as fast as I can but he’s too fast, he pushes his fists into my back and I stumble to my knees, the hard pavement scrapes at the soft flesh of my legs and pulls away the top layers of my skin. I cry out. I can feel the pressure of his boot press against my side, flipping me over so I’m laying on my back. He hard slabs of pavement press hard into the soft skin of my back. I feel the sodden clothes sticking to the floor. He leans over my, his hand reaching down towards me, I did the only thing I could think of, my foot shot up between his legs and kicked him in the groin. He breath gushed from his mouth and he sank to his knees.
  I pushed myself up with my elbows, grating them also against the pavement, the pain as my skin ripped on the stone not even registering in my mind as the blood and oxygen raced through every part of my body. The moment I was standing I started to run. I knew he wouldn’t be down long so I ran as fast as I could. I turned into a road I’d never been down before. A long straight road, both sides of the street lines with houses and cars, no gardens or fences, just front doors leading directly to the footpath. Something occurred to me which I hadn’t thought to do earlier. I screamed, Loud and long. I ran to the first door,  pleading and screaming I cried through the mail slot. Not even a light came on. Instinctively I ran from door to door knocking at each one I came to, some lights came on, some shouted at me to go away, I saw faces at windows. I sank to my knees screaming for anybody to help me. No-one came. I heard a groan from the end of the street. I got up from the street and ran to the nearest house I could get to, banging on the door, the lights came on from inside, a sigh of relief. I heard footsteps coming from a room inside the house and approaching the front door. He handle twisted and the door flew open. An old man standing in his robe and slippers in the doorway, weary and still obviously sleepy. Before I had a chance to thank him he put a hand up.
“I’d thank you for not banging on my door at this time of night……..” and with that he slammed the door in my face. I screamed and cried as hard as I could. Stepping back slowly away from the door I disbelief I turned towards the end of the road to see him turning into it. I crouched and ducked in front of the nearest car. I heard his footstep getting closer and closer with every long drawn out breath I took. I tried to hold back my tears so I would not give away were I was hiding. Hen the footsteps stopped. I closed my eyes so that he could not find me. Then when nothing came I opened my eyes. No hands or knives in front of my face. Breathing a sigh of relief I sank to my bottom, sitting on my hands on the cold wet street. Still looking from side to side to make sure he wasn’t hiding behind the car. He grill of the car pressed into my back, I could feel the indentations digging into me. After a couple of minutes, I decided he must be gone, so I stood up. He was not walking down the street ahead of me. I barely even felt the foot kick me sharply in the back of the head from the roof of the car.  I fell to the ground. I heard him jump down, I screamed louder than I ever have before, that was until his weight was on my chest and his hand covering my mouth. I struggled in his grip, but he was too strong. I saw the knife in his other hand at the last moment before it plunged into my chest, over and over the sharp searing pain of the steel blade being forced into my chest. I could feel the light from the streetlights fading as I did. My screams became murmurs and my cries only a whimper lost in the wail of the wind. I knew what was to come next, I would go back to walking down that long road, just as I had every night for the past six months since I died the first time, and would again over and over till somebody, anybody would help me.