Dazed & Confused

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{Sam's POV}

     I run as fast as I can, glancing backwards at the men in black chasing me quickly. I have to get out, I have to make it, I can't go through this anymore. I think to myself as I slid across a corner of a street, running as my leg muscles cramp up, making the running painful and almost unbearable. I can't do this anymore, I can't go through this anymore. Tears well in my eyes as I feel a bullet go straight through my rib cage. I feel pain shoot through me, I can't stop running. They'll catch me. I can't stop running. I keep running despite the pain and I end up on a highway. I don't care how badly f*cked up I am, I can't stop running. I keep running, watching as cars drive by, not caring about me at all. F*ckf*ckf*ckf*ckf*ck, I speak in my head as I hear the guys in suits get in their cars. I pick up the speed as much as I can and try to lose them. Don't stop running Sam. Whatever you do. Don't stop running. If we want to get out alive, we can't stop running. Keep running for your life Sam. Please just keep running.

[A Couple Hours Later]

     I pant heavily as I feel exhausted take over my entire body. I've been running for hours. It's already dawn. I lost them. But I kept running just to be safe. I jog up a hill before slowly slowing down. Jesus, I'm tired. My vision gets blurry and I gulp, noticing how dry my mouth is. At least I made it out alive right? I feel my eyes get heavy. Once I get to the top of the hill, I collapse, feeling my arm be filled with pain as I fade in and out of consciousness before eventually, it all goes black....

     I jolt awake, breathing heavily and sweating bullets. I look next to me and see Colby fast asleep. I gulp and carefully get out of bed, being carefully to not wake Colby. I walk to the bathroom and grab my medicine. It was just a bad dream right? It has to be. But it felt so real.....almost like a.....vision? I guess? I sigh and look up at myself in the mirror while I open my medicine bottle. I watch as a black figure slowly opens the shower curtain, reaching for me. I freeze and stare at it, wide eyes. I drop my medicine, hearing the pills scatter everywhere. I run out of my room and go into the living room, seeing multiple figures surrounding me, reaching for me, and closing in on me. I look around in fear and gulp once again. Whispers of "blood", and "kill", corrupts my surroundings. Kill them. KILL THEM. My ears ring in pain. I cover my ears in agony,
"No! God shut up!! I'm not a god damn monster!!" I yell, but the voices didn't stop. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. BLOOD. WE NEED BLOOD SAMUEL. SPREAD THEIR BLOOD ON THE WALLS. I look down and see everyone, dead. Their guts are spilling out and theres blood everywhere. I instantly broke down. I start balling my eyes out, falling to my knees and clawing at my ears. I feel my breath shorten, it feels like I'm dying. Like the world is ending. This is never going to end. My vision becomes blurry, distracting me from my realization as I notice the room got lighter. I hear muffled voices but I keep balling and sobbing until I get pulled into a familiar, warm impress. I grip onto his bold shoulders tightly and sob into his warm neck. I don't want to let go. I don't want to be those things ever. I'm not a perfect kid. I'm not a monster. And I'm fucking afraid of what's happening to me.

{A/N: 🫣🫢}