Sweat trickles down your numb, rosy red cheeks. Your lungs cry in burning pain as you run more and more out of air. You try to take large gasps of breath but to no avail, the scorching sensation kept ignited in your lungs like a fiery-hot flame. You need to stop and rest, but you know the minute you do, he will find you. Who exactly is he? You didn’t know, and you intend to never know, to never remember. You think that yet, your curiosity couldn’t help but peek from the corners of your mind.
Why exactly is he chasing you?
Who is he?
What does he want with you?
Wh—
You weren’t able to finish your thought as the sound of his shoes against the snow-covered pavement ground rings in your head. He’s near. You need to run. Run away from him. You don’t know why but the urge to flee was strong. It is as if you were running away from the hard truth you refuse to face.
Faster or he will reach you.
Faster,
Faster!
Your pants grow louder as they grow heavier. You know you can no longer take it. It is far too much to bear. You’ve been running for hours and you know you’ve reached past your limit. Your knees start to shake, as your pace slows down. Oh no. You look back and you notice that the distance between you and the man has greatly decreased.
You stop, and turn. You can no longer run, so why not just face him? You’re out of options, anyway and not only that, you’ve got nothing to lose. You reach inside the pocket of your oversized coat and immediately you feel something cold like a metal, your hand grips it tightly. As soon as you see him, you’re heart beats even faster in terror. It’s not too late, you can still hide but you know he’ll eventually find you. With eyes ablaze with determination and a tone as cold as ice and dripping with venom with each and every word, you say,
“Come and get me, you bastard.”
YOU ARE READING
Remember and Never Forget
Short StoryA story told in fragments. Your first memory is waking up in the middle of a field, surrounded by a forest. Who exactly are you?
