Evening_Interruption

English Creative Writing on Change It was a wet, gloomy day and I was nearing the end of my journey on the old train home, after one of the most bumpy rides ever, it was like my teeth had been shaken from my head. As we pulled up to the station. I was approached by some old freaky men who had plans for me, but lucky enough the police were patrolling the carriages. As I stepped off the train my foot slid straight from underneath me on the plastic disks near the edge of the platform, as I got up I noticed everyone looking at me, but none willing to help me out, so it was a little embarrassing. As I strolled off on my 2km walk home, which I usually ride my bike just that it was in being serviced, made the trip long and also made getting back to the apartment a scary adventure on the streets around here especially in the few minutes before being completely dark. On the way home I saw the usual amount of people hanging their clothes on a line suspended from building to building, having the kindness they do waving, smiling and saying hello. Which again makes the trip longer if they want to have a bit of a chatter. As I continued up the vigorous climb of the main road, which is when the bike would come in handy, I knew of a rundown alley way where the homeless would live and prey on the scraps of food from the dominoes pizza in the huge trash cans. I approached the alley and there seemed to be no homeless, just an overflowing bin from dominoes. It was like a tornado had lifted everyone and all their possessions except for the bolted to the ground bin and moved them to another location. This made me eager to walk through the alley way as usually the homeless would beg for money, even once I was assaulted and made give funds. But seeing as they weren't around I had no reason to not take the shortcut which would cut roughly seven hundred metres and eliminate the rest of the vigorous climb. As I approached the old run down alley where the concrete render was falling off the walls and the paint peeling from the buildings, the concrete beneath all cracked and in rubble. I cautiously entered walking quick but silent like a criminal in the night. As the winds were picking up I see the door of an underground garage fly open so suddenly slapping the wall it was hinged to my heart jumped and went to about a million miles an hour. No one exited the door, so I assumed that it was the wind that had done that. I continued walking ever so sly to the doorway of what could be the entrance to hell, I peer in to find a man chopping up old rotten corpses, the smell was so foul, I could literally taste it in my mouth, before he notices me, I lay back against the walls, the grime rubbing onto my shirt. I then catch my breath and pretend to walk by like I saw nothing, and it works until I peer back and the man holding a cleaver in his hand dripping with blood pokes his head out the door and stares at me. I'm so frightened by this I run as fast as I can anywhere but home, as he would then know where I live. The mentally ill man following in the near distance is slowly catching me and I stumble upon another alley way where I trip on a fallen down rubbish can. I look for items to save myself in the trash as I have rolled my ankle in the process. I hop up limping against the wall grasping a broken glass bottle in my hand. Gazing back the man stands at the entrance to the alley way not moving, but watching then he sprints at me wielding his cleaver and I threaten him not to come any closer with the bottle. He simply smiles and places the knife up[on my left arm. Lucky enough I have the bottle in the other hand, and In a split second my mind tells me to slit his throat with the bottle not even noticing the pain in my other arm. As the glass slides across his throat ever so smoothly I watch him fall to the ground and bleed to death. Finally a person spots me sitting in agony against the wall with the chunk of my arm missing and calls an ambulance where I am rushed to hospital for urgent surgery and my police report is then entered as to why I have the chunk out of my arm and why there was that dead guy near where I was found. THE END