The rain is falling heavily, splattering raindrops all over the foggy road. My shirt is soaked and my sneakers are filling with water but I don't even notice. All I can relate to right now is the smell of icy rain hitting the dusty road, the sound of a bubbling stream gushing down the ditch and my heavy, rasping breathing. I am waiting. I dread the moment when they arrive, but I won't be able to stop them, no one will. My mind spins with the countless things they can do. I am sinking deeper and deeper into the terrifying possibilities, when one sane thought manages to seep into my head. This is exactly what they want to happen, I must try to fight it! I struggle to calm down but find I can't. I start to panic, the world starts to close off. I am trapped inside myself. I am about to scream when suddenly, a footstep. I close my moulth. My heart pounding. The Familiar numbness sweeps over me. I am no longer in control of myself. They have won. They start to pull me away, I can do absolutely nothing to stop them. I finally give in, my last thought one of utter failure, and let darkness swallow me into nothingness.