"I ran. I ran as fast as I could. I just needed it to leave me alone. Why me? I felt as if my mind ran faster than my legs, and I wished I could run that fast. I pushed through the crowd that was rushing around me. I needed to escape. It was after me, but why me?
I could feel my legs turning into jell-o, my throat forming a lump, my lungs turning into fire. The sky turned black, but I could easily see everything in front of me. Rain started pouring down onto me; my entire body was getting drenched. Why me? Even after all that rain though, the amount of people grew. They became noisier and the thought of screaming was useless. No one would hear.
I looked back.
It grew. It became darker and more mysterious. I could easily just stop now but I couldn't. I wouldn't. My mind was spinning, and my thoughts were in a tornado. I decided to hide. I wanted to hide. I didn't want it to find me, see me. I didn't want to see it. I didn't want it to get me. Why me?
I ran forward, staying close to the cold, wet buildings. I had to hide. I heard the thunder crash above me and saw the lightning strike in front of me. The thunder was louder than ever, like it was inside my brain. I could feel the Earth shake beneath me each time it rang. And the lightning caused my head to spin, making me shake inside with it.
Just like it, the buildings doubled in size, causing the crowd to close in around me. The people were growing and I felt impossibly small. My shoulders felt like buckling from the weight of the atmosphere on them. I could feel the atmospheric pressure on my shoulders. Why me?
I felt like a virus was running inside me; I felt evil. It wasn't me but it was. I pushed people away from me; I couldn't breath. I needed them to get away from me, it to get away from me. I wanted it to die. I wished that there were less people on the Earth. Why me? Why did I want there to be less people? Why did I wish death? I felt like it was inside me, but I felt normal. I felt exactly the same, but my brain felt tampered with.
The buildings crashed behind me, why me? The glass shattering with it violently. I could hear laughing, chatter, I could hear the happiness. I screamed at the loud crash, but I didn't dare look back. I knew what would happen if I looked back. I kept running. It was so big and powerful now that it was breaking New York City skyscrapers. I wanted it to stop. I stopped.
My hands were shaking and my legs gave in. I fell onto the pavement and I could feel the people rushing around me. I could feel the earth spinning. I could feel myself spinning. My tears fell onto my hands. I screamed. I screamed as loud as I could. I needed help, but there was no one. I was alone. I was alone, but there were crowds rushing around me. I felt as if the Earth was spinning a million miles per second, and I was floating as the Earth circled below me.
I could feel it on top of me. I could feel it inside me. I could feel it as me.
Me, why me?
Why me? Get it away from me. My eyes were closed and I felt like I was getting trampled. I could hear it in my mind, feel it in my blood. My hands were shaking and by now, so was my body."
I could hear the sound of pencil scratching against a full page of notes while I picked at the skin around my nail. The page rustled.
"What happened after that?" Silence. I spoke so much, the thought of speaking more tired me. "What made it go away?"
"It just went away."
