‘Don’t walk home alone’ we’re told. ‘Don’t walk alone at night’ they say. But what could they think could really go wrong? So today, I stray away from my friends, and I walk the path to my house by myself. Everything is going fine until a figure appears from behind.

He grabs me by the neck, and throws me on the cement. I cry out for help, but it falls on deaf ears, and I’m already halfway to death.

And then my attacker lets out a cry, and fall to my side.

“You know they say don’t walk home alone.” My mother appears infront of me, and the fallen man, reaching out a bloodied hand.

“But what could really happen when you’re always five steps behind mine?” I respond with a sigh.