Blood is running cold in my veins. I don’t know where to go, where to flee. I am running aimlessly in the middle of this street. My vision is blurred, my breath is dense and my lids are heavy. All I know is that I have to run… Run away from them. Flee before they catch me, hide before they find me.
They…..who? I have no idea. All I know is that they have been following me all the way through, that they want me… dead or alive.
Yet i know they will eventually find me, wherever I hide. They will seek me from the corners of the world and the deepest pits of hell and find me. I know that I will be caught… yet I flee, I run for my life… For my life? … Why do they want me dead? What could I have possibly done? Why are they chasing me? … Why?
Still I run… freezing, in this dark street in the middle of nowhere. This dark street…. Where am i?? Where am I heading to? … Where am I heading FROM?
I do not have the slightest idea of what has been happening. Where should I hide? Where should I go? … I know that they will catch me… yet I run, with the smallest possible ray of hope imaginable. I run, I flee.
My breath is heavy, I am panting and I slow down. My head seems to have been hammered. What is happening to me? I scream out in the dark. Loud… Louder. Yet my voice seems to die away in the darkness. My voice … strangled.
I can’t scream any more … my lids fall, my wrists clench, my head explodes with pain... And I fall out in the darkness, in the nothingness…