Ominous Feeling

Suddenly, as though a play button had been pushed, the memories from the night I had an accident — the one in particular which I failed to remember — came rushing back to me.

"Do just what I say. Open the door and get out of the car. Now." Those were the man's exact words as he pointed the cold metallic weapon on my neck.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and pressed my cold, trembling fingers together. My heart began racing, and my palms became slick with sweat.

There was a scar above his left brow, and the other one on his nose. There was no denying it, he was the man who tried to kill me not once but twice. I remember the first time he tried ending my life was the day I attended my twin sister's wedding and the last was after I returned to the city.

I could feel the fear and anxiety rising within me, as I tried to remain calm and composed. I knew I had to stay calm for Lucas's sake, but the fear was almost overwhelming.