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Echoes of the Night
#WritcoStoryPrompt9
The cry was faint, but I heard it loud and clear as I walked past the dark bushes. My steps faltered. It was late, and I wasn’t sure if it was a smart thing to stop and inspect the source. Yet, something stirred within me, a sense of responsibility perhaps, urging me to investigate.
The night wrapped around me like a heavy cloak, casting long shadows across the deserted path. A chill crept up my spine as I hesitated, debating whether to continue on my way or heed the cry for help. In the end, curiosity won over caution, and I veered off the path, pushing through the thick undergrowth towards the sound.
Branches snagged at my clothes, and the ground beneath my feet was uneven, but I pressed on, guided by the distant wail. Finally, I emerged into a small clearing, bathed in moonlight. There, lying amidst the tangled foliage, was a figure, barely visible in the darkness.
Heart pounding, I rushed to their side, dropping to my knees beside them. It was a woman, her face twisted in pain, her clothes torn and bloodied. She looked up at me with pleading eyes, and I felt a surge of compassion wash over me.
“Are you alright?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She shook her head, tears glistening on her cheeks. “Please...help me,” she pleaded, her voice hoarse with desperation.
Without hesitation, I reached for my phone, dialing emergency services as quickly as my shaking hands would allow. The dispatcher answered, and I relayed our location, begging them to send help as soon as possible. They assured me that help was on the way, and I hung up, turning my attention back to the woman.
“What happened?” I asked gently, though I feared the answer.
She winced in pain, but forced the words out. “I was...attacked. They came out of nowhere...” Her voice trailed off, lost in a wave of agony.
Anger burned within me at the thought of someone harming this helpless woman, but I pushed it aside, focusing on comforting her until help arrived. Minutes stretched into eternity as we waited, the only sound the woman’s ragged breathing and the distant chirp of crickets.
Finally, the sound of approaching sirens pierced the night, and relief flooded through me. Within moments, a team of paramedics burst into the clearing, their faces grim as they assessed the woman’s injuries. I stepped back,...
The cry was faint, but I heard it loud and clear as I walked past the dark bushes. My steps faltered. It was late, and I wasn’t sure if it was a smart thing to stop and inspect the source. Yet, something stirred within me, a sense of responsibility perhaps, urging me to investigate.
The night wrapped around me like a heavy cloak, casting long shadows across the deserted path. A chill crept up my spine as I hesitated, debating whether to continue on my way or heed the cry for help. In the end, curiosity won over caution, and I veered off the path, pushing through the thick undergrowth towards the sound.
Branches snagged at my clothes, and the ground beneath my feet was uneven, but I pressed on, guided by the distant wail. Finally, I emerged into a small clearing, bathed in moonlight. There, lying amidst the tangled foliage, was a figure, barely visible in the darkness.
Heart pounding, I rushed to their side, dropping to my knees beside them. It was a woman, her face twisted in pain, her clothes torn and bloodied. She looked up at me with pleading eyes, and I felt a surge of compassion wash over me.
“Are you alright?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She shook her head, tears glistening on her cheeks. “Please...help me,” she pleaded, her voice hoarse with desperation.
Without hesitation, I reached for my phone, dialing emergency services as quickly as my shaking hands would allow. The dispatcher answered, and I relayed our location, begging them to send help as soon as possible. They assured me that help was on the way, and I hung up, turning my attention back to the woman.
“What happened?” I asked gently, though I feared the answer.
She winced in pain, but forced the words out. “I was...attacked. They came out of nowhere...” Her voice trailed off, lost in a wave of agony.
Anger burned within me at the thought of someone harming this helpless woman, but I pushed it aside, focusing on comforting her until help arrived. Minutes stretched into eternity as we waited, the only sound the woman’s ragged breathing and the distant chirp of crickets.
Finally, the sound of approaching sirens pierced the night, and relief flooded through me. Within moments, a team of paramedics burst into the clearing, their faces grim as they assessed the woman’s injuries. I stepped back,...
