The Scream From the alley

I heard the old mans voice screaming from the alley sounding like a dying cat. The alley was pitch black, and I just left my lonely footprints from the alley a mile back. The wind was angry. I was walking home alone after my high school Warriors football game. We won 20-7 and the football players threw an after party to celebrate the homecoming game victory against the Lions. It is 11:00 pm, my mom does not know I snuck out the house to see the game and my boyfriend Jay left me to go to the after party. Ugh, he makes me feel like crap at times. I am so scared. What if someone murdered the old man in the alley? What if the person tries to murder me? All I have is pepper spray and my lips are chapped from the harsh wind. I hear foot steps about a quarter mile behind me. I hate being alone. I call my boyfriend for security and I hear "Yo, it's Jay I couldn't get to the phone so leave a message." Of course at the scariest point in my life I get smacked with his voicemail. The foot steps are getting closer, I hear two guys talking  in the background. Blood rushes to my heart and I begin to walk at a faster pace. My foot gets scuffed in leaves and I trip over a twig. I am such an idiot, now I have caught the attention of the two guys.  One of the guys has a butcher knife in his hands and he walks pompously with an evil grin. I get up and try to run but it is a dead end road. I am breathing at one-hundred miles per hour and the creepy guy looks at me like I am his next victim. The other guy has a wolf on his back with a knife jabbed on the head. These guys are not normal I need to get out of here. There is no way out, I am looking left and right but there is no way to turn. The only thing I can do is face these ruffians. My step father is president Obama and he will have your  butt's in jail if you come any closer to me, I shout. They laugh, that is why you were with Sasha and Malia during inauguration? Epic fail, I think to myself.