Little Red Shoe

I didn't see him watching. I know people won't believe that but I truly didn't. I was walking along, minding my own on the way home from school when he got me. 

I had a bad day. I was on yearbook and things weren't going well. I wasn't popular, so no one cared about my opinion. That's junior high, I guess. Anyway, my mom always told me that I needed to walk with my head high but that really wasn't me. Along with being self conscious, I was incredibly clumsy. I couldn't imagine what would happen if I didn't look down. Now I wish I would have taken her advice.

So, I felt these hands grab my shoulders and knock me off balance. They pulled me into the bushes. I didn't scream because it happened so fast. Honestly, I thought it was probably one of those kids from yearbook. Once I was laying in the bushes though, I noticed my shoe was gone. My mom was going to kill me. I just got those last week.

The rest happened quickly...almost painlessly as he slid the steel across my throat and my shirt got wet. It was strange, the calm that came as the blackness began to claim me. The last thing I saw as he drug me to the trash bin behind the school was the single, red shoe by the sidewalk. I hope Mom won't be too bad. They were brand new.