Clashing Stilettos

Suzy Blake woke up on a dreary Monday morning; little did she know that her boyfriend had a little surprise for her. She got up and put on the clothes that she had picked out for her interview, the first interview she had had in months. She had chosen a black pencil line skirt, with a white shirt that had small black flowers on it, it had taken her two hours to choose the right clothes and the matching make-up. Some would say that she was wearing funeral clothes, Suzy disagreed entirely.

She sat down at her dressing table. She tied her luxurious blonde hair back into a flowing ponytail and began to apply her deep red lipstick.

Suzy saw her boyfriend in the mirror behind her. He was called Dayton. He had long blonde curls and deep, dark eyes. He had his hands behind his back as he approached Suzy.

“Don’t worry hun, I’ll be ready in a minute then we can go for coffee,” Suzy said whilst concentrating carefully to apply her mascara, she wouldn’t want to poke herself in her beautiful olive green eyes.

“Oh, I’m not worrying Suzy,” He said with a false, sugary voice.

Suzy sensed that something was wrong. Her woman’s intuition sparked off seconds before Dayton lunged at her with a thick guitar string. These precious seconds gave her time to dive onto the bed.

"What are you doing? You made me gloop my mascara!" She shouted at him angrily.

Dayton came at her again, missing by inches. Suzy’s second dive sent her to her dressing table again; she picked up her Channel No. 5 and sprayed Dayton in the eyes. Dayton screamed in pain as the perfume made contact, he stumbled and fell forwards. BANG! His head made contact with the dressing table and he knocked himself out.

Suzy ran whilst she could. She grabbed a pair of stilettos on her way out along with her handbag. She locked the door behind her and hoped it would take a while before Dayton regained consciousness.

Once out the door, she put her shoes on. She screamed in horror. She had picked up her navy blue pair of shoes instead of the black pair, these stilettos clashed too much. They would just have to do though. She had more pressing matters on her mind, like; why did Dayton try and kill her? Will she get to her interview in time without a car?

She walked for five minutes until she hit the main road that headed into town. Suzy saw only one car on the road. It was a red Toyota with a middle aged man driving and a teenage boy in the passenger seat.

Suzy saw the mans eyes narrow as he saw her. He swerved towards her, but Suzy was too quick for him. She jumped over a small brick wall into a neat little garden. As she landed, her skirt tore on a rose bush. The man in the car knew he had been defeated and made his way onto the road again. The teenager leaned out his window and shouted something that Suzy didn’t quite catch, but she thought it was; ‘Die you evil witch! Die!’ but she could have been mistaken.

Suzy headed back towards the town, a little quicker this time. She still hadn’t realised the damage to the skirt. Another concerned glance at her shoes showed her the damage though. She stood there inspecting the damage. "Crap, another blow to my outfit" She said horrified and looked like she was about to burst into tears.

A young single mother walked by with a baby in a pram. As she saw Suzy, she stopped in her tracks. She bent down and picked up her baby with one hand. In the other with great strength, she picked up the pram and rammed it into Suzy’s side. Suzy was thrown to the ground as the woman lifted the pram again to hit her.

“What are you doing you dumb bi-” but Suzy was drowned out by a trucks horn echoing towards them. Suzy turned away from the road and closed her eyes in fear. The sound of twisting metal met her ears. She opened her eyes and saw the truck at a forty-five degree angle on a metal barricade; the driver had malice drawn across his face. The young mother was hunched over her baby, protecting it from the non-existent impact. This was the perfect opportunity for Suzy to run.

Suzy had run for at least twenty minutes. She let her feet take her to the police station. On her way, many other obsurd things happened. A drunken tramp threw his wine bottle at her, then shouted after her for making him waste his wine. A young boy rolled his skateboard into Suzy’s path, it missed by inches. A sewage worker tried to push her into a man-hole. One woman desperately tried to shoulder barge her into a glass window display. She failed and ended up going through herself.

In the police station, Suzy walked up to the reception desk, slowly getting her breath back. She said one quick and easy statement to the podgy receptionist at the desk:
“Everyone’s trying to kill me!”
She was never going to reach her interview, although she thought this was far more important.

The receptionist looked up from her magazine, “Okay darling, and what’s your name?” the woman asked in a broad Irish accent. She had a kind smile on her face and a small bow in her curly, grey hair.

“I’m Susan Blake. My friends call me Suz-” again, Suzy was cut off.

The receptionist looked up from the monitor, pure hatred in her eyes. She picked up the staple gun that was next to the keyboard and started shouting “DIE! DIE! DIE!” at the top of her voice, whilst firing staples at Suzy.

This caught the attention of everyone in the station. When they realised what was happening and who was having the threats thrown at them by the receptionist, they soon realised that they should join in. People were getting weapons ready to murder the woman wearing funeral clothes: police officers pulled out guns and police batons, civilians where picking up chairs, getting there handbags ready to throw. An elderly woman was holding her knitting needle like a dagger; she was the most malevolent looking in the whole place.

Suzy didn’t even think, she turned round as fast as possible and ran. Bullets and chairs were hitting the doorway behind her.

She ran out into the street that was full of people waiting for her. She began sprinting to the alleyways which she knew well from when she was a child. A shopping bag hit her on the back of her head, something glass shattered inside it. An orange traffic cone hit the back of her right leg. She stumbled, but she didn’t stop. The cone had knocked her shoe off. It slowed her down terribly. She kicked the other shoe off and sped round the corner into a dark alley. At least this solved the problem of the clashing stilettos.

She ran round the alleys for five minutes making sure that she had lost the rioting mob behind her. She could no longer hear them. They had stopped chasing her. She leaned against a wall between a box and a dumpster. She sank to the floor sobbing, realising how much pain she was in. All she could think of was what possible reason could there be for the whole town wanting her dead.

Footsteps where approaching. Suzy rose to her feet, preparing to run again. She didn’t this time. A very handsome man in a sand coloured suit, brown shoes and a stone top appeared. He had dark brown hair and grey, empty eyes. In his hands were two navy blue stiletto heels. He approached Suzy and said, “I believe these belong to you, I saw you kick them off in terror.”

Relief rushed over Suzy. Finally, someone that wasn’t out to kill her. She accepted the first stiletto and stood waiting for the second. She looked at the man. The second was above his head. Horror struck Suzy at the same time the heel of the stiletto sunk into her forehead.

She fell to the floor and looked up at the man.

He simply said; “That’s what happens when you cheat death.” The man walked out of the alleyway.

Suzy used her quickly failing brain to look back to the week before when a pane of glass fell from above, she saw it coming and jumped out the way escaping death by an inch and apparently for an extra week.

The last thing her beautiful olive green eyes saw was the clashing stiletto.