• I was running.
    I don’t know what I was running from exactly, but all I knew was, I had to run. Like a robot with only one command, that was the only thing I could think of. Run.
    Because the things I’m running from wants to kill me. I didn’t know why, because I don’t think I’ve ever done anything to anybody bad enough for them to kill me.
    I was shaking hard. I knew I was. I was scared. Scared out of my life.
    “Get baack here!” the thing yelled. “Give it baaack!”
    I wanted to cry. But I wasn’t the type to cry. I was more of a type to panic. I was barely hanging onto my life. I could barely run. My legs were giving out. They were shaking hard too. But with last ounce of my strength, I ran.
    Ran away from that thing.
    “I don’t have anything you want from me!” I yelled back. “Go away! Leave me alone!”
    “You have it!” it boomed out. “Give it baaaack!”
    That was just it. What did I have for god’s sake?!
    Then I heard a loud crash. Then a sound like something splattering everywhere. I stopped and turned around, only to see a boy my age holding a sword as long as my arm.
    He turned around and faced me with icy cold green eyes. I fell to my knees. I couldn’t run any longer. I was tired of running. But I couldn’t even move. For some reason, I was more scared of this boy than I was scared of that…
    Whatever that was.
    “Sorry you had to see that.” He said coldly. Fear struck down my thumping heart.
    “W-What do you want from me?” I asked, nearly passing out from fear. “Who are you?”
    “Nobody for you to be concerned about.” He replied. I glanced past him and saw that thing dead with its guts everywhere. I made a face, absolutely disgusted.
    “W-What was that thing?”
    “Nothing.” He said. “I think you better go home now.”
    And I never remembered about that incident again. I completely forgot about it ever happened because it was like a dream, and I did think it was a dream. A nightmare.
    But... was it really?