Part One
I can't stop running.
My body won't listen to me. I think it has developed a mind of its own.
My arms swing back and forth like powerful pendulums, my legs push me forward faster than I had ever imagined, but it hurts.
I can feel my legs burn with exhaustion, and my bare feet are covered in dozens of blisters. My arms begin to feel sore, and the pit of my stomach tightens. My lungs have shrivelled up inside, and my chest begins to constrict. I take in huge deep breaths in hopes to feed myself some relief.
Stop! I scream mentally. I can't use my voice; I lost it some time ago during the run.
Please! It hurts! Stop!
My eyes flew open suddenly and I took in a deep, shaky breath. Another dream. I got up slowly and placed my head on my knees. I'd been through this before; I knew I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. Sleep didn't like my company.
I took a peak at the clock on my table. The numbers were blurry and I could barely make out the time –a bit past 3 in the morning. I groaned and collapsed back into my pillows. I looked up at the ceiling and began counting the tiles, again.
I haven't had a full night's sleep for the past week.
