Panic Attack!

OK that last one was kind of one sided in view... this is another short story I wrote in passing time... Are there guardian Angels? Do you beleive? Feed back is always good... DcTiger@TouchingTheSoul.com

Panic Attack!

Sandra didn’t know what hit her. She was used to running this way at least three times a week. But today, She just couldn’t find the energy to keep going. She was getting dizzy. She stumbled to a halt a by an oak tree close to the trail to get her breath. They were becoming short and erratic as if she was having a panic attack. She could feel her heart beating inside her chest. Putting her hand on or wrist she checked her pulse. She thought.
“That’s it for running today I’m going to have to walk this one out.”
Her mind wandered back to a conversation she had with her boyfriend (Scott) earlier this week about her little guardian angel that always seemed to look out for her and keep her out of trouble. She couldn’t help but to think,
“Where is my little guardian now, must be her day off.”
Sandra was at the half way point of her normal run. The five mile trail followed a River close to her home, circled and returned to it’s starting point. It was always serene, one of the best places for her to think and wind down after a stressful week.
Another female Jogger passed her while she was still trying to get her breathing and heartbeat back to normal. She noticed she was wearing a pink jogging suit. The young lady was the first person she saw on the trail since she had been running today. There was a gloomy overcast kind of like rain was coming so the trail was not as crowded with morning joggers as usual. Sandra’s breathing was returning to normal and she could feel her heartbeat slowing as well. She made her way away from the Oak tree back to the trail and decided she would walk the last two and a half miles home. She was a little worried about what could be the cause of her loosing her breathe the way she did. It just wasn’t normal for her. She began her walk.
She always carried her cell phone with her just in case of emergencies. This would almost qualify. She called Scott pushing the three on her handset and holding it till the automatic memory dial started. The phone rung three times before Scott picked up.
“Hello”
“Hi baby.”
“Hey. How are you? I didn’t expect to hear from you for at least another hour or two. Aren’t you working out?”
“Yeah, but half way around the trail I didn’t feel too well. Got dizzy and my heart sped up.”
“Are you all right? Do you need me to come and..”
“No, I think I can make it. I am walking back to the house now. I have about two and a quarter miles to go.”
“I’m going to come and meet you on the trail. Which way are you coming from.”
“The regular way.”
“Ok I’m on my way out the door now. I’ll see you soon. Stay calm.”
“I’m OK now. I just wanted you to know what was taking me so long.”
Scott lived across the street from Sandra so he could look out of his front window and set his clock by her morning schedule. Sandra was a person of habit. He was correct in saying he was on his way out the door. He heard a commotion as he left his house the distant sound of sirens. They were heading in the direction of the park.
“I wonder if she called the police or ambulance too?” Scott thought as he turned back to the house to get his bicycle. A need for a little extra speed was in order. He walked around the side of his house to his shed opened the door and rolled out his ten speed Mountain Bike.
He got on and made his way to the park. The trail started around 5 blocks from his and her house. He heard another siren coming past a few streets over as he made his way around the corner.
“Four blocks to go.”
Scott felt butterflies, the type you feel when you’re worried.
He just knew something was wrong. He picked up his pace. Three Blocks later he was coming up on the trail exit. He saw a police car blocking it with his overhead lights on. As he approached the officer exited his car and held his hand out saying,
“ Sorry the Trail is closed temporarily today. You’ll have to come back later.”
Scott got off his bike and approached the officer saying,
“I am coming to meet my fiancé. She called me from the trail earlier to tell me she wasn’t feeling that good. I told her I would meet her and escort her home.”
The officer took out a pen and paper and started jotting something down. Then he eyed Scott asking.
“Can you give me your fiancé’s name and a description sir?”
“Yes her name is Sandra Taylor and I am not sure what she was wearing but I believe it was a light brown jogging suit with 3 white stripes down the side. She has shoulder length dark brown hair usually pulled into a ponytail, brown eyes and is around 5’ 4” with a petite build.
The officer turned away from Scott and walked toward his car tilting his head toward his shoulder radio and reading the description. He paused for several seconds then received a reply. The information didn’t fit the victim’s profile. The officer turned back toward Scott and said.
“Your Fiancé should be fine Sir. I would return home and wait for her there.”
“I am really concerned because she called me less than a half an hour ago and told me she felt dizzy and got sick on the trail.”
The officer grimaced at Scott as if questioning his belief in Scott’s statements.
“What’s your name Sir?”
“Scott Moorefield”
The Officer spoke into his radio again.
“Billy, have one of the deputies go up the trail and see if they run into anyone fitting that description, I have her fiancé Scott here and he is concerned of her well being.”
“10-4” was the reply that came through.
“Wait here Sir I’ll see what I can find out for you.”
“So what’s going on Officer?” Scott could not hide his discomfort.
“I am not at liberty to say.”

Meanwhile further up the Trail Sandra was feeling a lot better. She was approaching a lot of commotion that was happening. There were three Officers, One patrol car and an ambulance blocking the pathway. As she approached the area one of the Officers spotted her and turned towards her looking at a small pad in his hand. He approached her speaking in a country accent.
“Maam, Are you miss Sandra Taylor?”
“Yes I am.” She replied puzzled why he would be asking for her.
“You’ll have to excuse the commotion, Maam. Someone is waiting for you at the end of the trail. Your fiancé Scott.”
“Yes, He was supposed to meet me.”
She noticed the lady in the pink Jogging suit sitting in the back door of the ambulance her clothes were visibly torn and she was bruised. There was another gentleman in a sweat suit talking to an Officer who was writing down information onto a pad. And there was a third man in the back of the patrol car.
“Officer the young lady in the ambulance passed me on the trail earlier. What happened here?” Sandra Asked.
“An attempted sexual assault was stopped by a passing jogger Maam. You are very lucky you didn’t pass through here earlier.” His statement stopped.
“If you don’t mind Maam I’d like to escort you to your fiancé so you can go home. I’m going to need to take your information in case we have any questions.”
Before taking Sandra’s Information he called the officer at the trail exit to let him know Scott’s Fiance was fine and on her way. He then escorted her to the trail exit jotting down her information on a small pad on the way.
When Sandra saw Scott looking worried next to the Officer she ran to him and gave him a big Hug.
He was so relieved to see her. Later they would discuss how her little guardian angel was looking out for her by making her feel sick. They never again questioned that all things happen for a reason.

Scott took up jogging and biking about three times a week. It became precious time spent between them. They are married now and expecting their first baby and Sandra hasn’t had any more panic attacks since that day.

The End

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Ok Ok let me know.. not new.. not unique.. but good practice... Give me a topic to write a story on.. An assignment.. the more the better... Help my imagination flow...
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