She awoke with a gasp a mysterious figure looming in the dim light. Fear gripped her as she reached for her phone.
Her pulse quickened a frantic drumbeat against her breast. Who was lurking? What’s next.
A spark of recognition. It was him her obsessive ex. He'd found her yet again.
He insisted she pose for his lens a perverse recreation of their history. Humiliation washed over her a bitter wave.
She saw a window a momentary distraction. With a surge of adrenaline she bolted.
He gave pursuit his furious shouts echoing behind her. Her lungs burned.
She tripped into the night seeking safety from his reach.
Her mind raced a whirlwind of fear and hopelessness.
She knew she had to resist back this time. She wouldn't be a victim again.
With newfound resolve she faced him ready to confront this nightmare.
The fight was quick but intense. She used her wits and strength.
He lay beaten a pathetic sight on the ground. She was finally free.
Weariness washed over her but so did a profound wave of calm.
The golden light streamed through her room a symbol of her new life.
She was no longer defined by her past. She was a victor.
She looked at her self with a smirk of accomplishment.
The world was her canvas and she was ready to paint her own story.
Her destiny was her own. No one could take that ever again.
She would live a life of joy unapologetically true.
Her adventure was just starting a testament to her resilient spirit.
