#WritcoStoryChallenge
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end.

"Will this be the end of my life, will I have to leave my five years old and Two years old kids behind, or even my husband. What will happen to my mum if I die and leave her, will ..........." different thoughts ran through my mind. I got up and continued to tip toe. It seemed as if the footsteps increased every seconds

"Stop following me, stop! Who are you, stop follo......." before I could complete what I was saying, I banged my head hardly on the wall because I wasn't looking at where I was going as I talked.

At that moment, I felt someone carrying me. I didn't have any strength, I was so weak. I could feel blood dripping down my face from my forehead. This person kept walking as fast as he could with me on his arms.

"God do something, please do something" I prayed silently. I was struggling to see the face of the person carrying me but I couldn't because the corridor was dark. I was trying to move my body, but I was held down by firm hands.

"Cooperate with me or you lose your life" The person carrying me said with a very thick voice. The voice sounds really familiar but I was not ready to start cracking my brain to guess who it might be, all I wanted was to jump off the stranger's arm.

He continued carrying me. We got...