Fate.

She ran down that road many times
Always assuming the same thing would occur
But this Friday afternoon, fate would surprise her
With a killing
There was blood on the murder scene
Tears on that razor blade
Slit and Stitch; she cried
The death-clock was ticking, time was running out
She needed to save herself, but no one that cared was in sight
She ran down that road many times, not knowing that fate would one day surprise her.