altreat
"Why do you always run?" he asked me.
"What do you mean?" My clueless act was worth a try, but he wasn't amused.
He gestured towards me and our surroundings; my t-shirt and shorts as well as the vast, dark forest around us.
"Why do you always run?" he repeated.
The speed of my heart wasn't healthy. Surely he could hear hammering of my pulse from his place of three feet away. "Because it's exhilarating." I lied. Now he'd just think I was weird and he'd leave me alone.
I could barely focus on him while the voices kept gaining on me, getting closer and closer.
"Yeah, I figured, but why do you only run at night? Do you ever get any sleep? You run for hours." His green eyes were curious, and I was terrified.
They were so loud.
"Sleep isn't important." I said, my voice wavering from fear.
"Yes it is, and you didn't answer my question."
"What?" I asked him, balling my hands into fists to stop myself from covering my ears. I kept shifting my feet, so badly wanting to turn around, and I could tell that it was annoying him.
"Why do you only run at night?" He crossed his arms and started to become concerned.
"It makes it all the more fun." I said quickly, before I ran past him, my entire body shaking in fear.
They almost caught me that time.