I was running. Tears were streaming down my face. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I thought it might explode. This was all their fault. I had a normal semblance of a life before them. True, I'd had those strange dreams plaguing me for as long as I could remember, but I could at least pretend I was normal.
I couldn't run anymore. My legs gave out and I stumbled, crashing into the nearest building. I scraped my shoulder and it started to bleed. I ignored it.
I sank against the wall, breathing heavily. I closed my eyes, forcing most of the moisture to spill out. I waited for my heart to slow. It was still racing. It seemed it would never return to a normal pace.
I tried to focus on my breathing. Anything to keep me from thinking about my current situation. It was useless. All I could see was their faces.
I shook my head. They should have just left me to die. At least I would have died normal. At least I would have died blissfully unaware of the chaos around me. At least I would have died not in love with my guardian angel and my grim reaper
I sunk down, despair engulfing me. I was so tired. I didn't want to run anymore. At this point, I didn't care if they found me. I didn't care if they killed me.
And then, I could see them in my mind again, both in a deadly battle, as one yelled at me to run. A cut above his brow seeped blood into his left eye. I didn't want to see him like this, bleeding because of me. I took a deep breath as I opened my eyes. It was time to run again.