I was running. What was I running from? Why was I running from it? All I knew was that if I didn't run I was going to die. Sweat and dirt ran down my face. I could taste it. The smell of death and fear filled the air making my nose cringe. I lifted my head in time to see a boy in front of me. He was standing about six or seven yards away, holding his arms out to me, calling for me. I wanted to be with him so bad it hurt. My foot slipped and I fell. I watched darkness consume him. I heard him scream my name. His name escaped my lips, but only as a whisper. My body hit the ground with full impact. Blood covered the ground and me. I was just looking at my own body, mangled, and dead.

I woke with tears streaming down my face and a deep pain in my heart. My knees curled to my chest as I cried and screamed. I still remembered Underland. Part of me wanted to, but the other wanted to forget it and never look back.

My alarm started screaming it's annoying sounds at me. Telling me to get up and go to school. Feeling hurt in so many ways, I got out of bed and went to my , I grabbed a pair of ripped jeans and a shirt with blood scratches across it. Then I trailed to my bathroom and got dressed. Once I walked the bathroom and pulled my shirt off, i reveled a set of bruses on my back. A reminder that would never disappear.