I was running frantically, I couldn’t believe I was being chased. I don’t know by what or who but whatever it is it ate my date, and it’s now after me. My fear got the best of me and my legs and I couldn’t control my running. There are two things I knew though, I didn’t know where I was running to and I didn’t want to stop to figure it out either. I looked ahead of me and realized I was running to the cemetery, which is the last place I wanted to be. Why couldn’t my legs run to a police station or hospital! I was almost at the gate when something heavy fell on my back. On the way down I hit my head on the curb, my head was splintering with pain. All I could think of was this is it, I'm dying and whoever was chasing me now has me.
