It's Just Blood.No Reason To Run.

<P>                                                         Chapter 1 </P>

<P>                                                    A Puddle Of Red</P>

<P>"Leave me alone!" I was screaming loud enough to wake the dead. I was throwing glass at whatever was in front of me. Not that I was blind or anything, I just couldn't see it.</P>

<P>     But whatever I was yelling at wasn't responding to me. Then again I never even heard it speak. I just sensed it was talking to me. I looked around seeing the damage I have caused over nothing. 'There's nothing out to get you.' That's what everyone said. But I knew they were wrong, and I realized that as my eyes were sending mini raindrops down my face. I slammed my back against the wall and slid down, not noticing the bits of shattered glass edging into my back. I sat there silently creating a stream of salty tears down face and neck, ending at the collar of my shirt. I looked over at the clock on the wall and became a little more aware of life. I just sat there though, and slowly became unconscious.</P>

<P>   I woke to a shearing pain in my back. I leaned forward as something was being wrenched from my back every little bit I moved. Once i could tell that i was unattached from the wall I turned to see what was wedged into me. I just about screamed when I saw the puddle of blood on the floor. I started to swing my weight forward and stood. I swayed from side to side as I tried to gain my balance. I can honesly say I felt like I was cut to red ribbions. But the weird is that I didn't feel real. It felt like there was something inside me. I turned around as I heard a niose that was by the door. There stood a man. I have no idea who he is or where he came from, but there he was. Right in front of me. I just stood there staring at him, him watching me in retern. I had no idea of what to think, just that there was a stranger in my door.</P>