Day 5534 of life.
I'm running I can't stop I cannot see anything, not even blackness, nor any other color. I'm just running, I know only by the pants of my lungs and the fire in my legs. I feel every jolt as my legs stomp on the ground, sending vibrations of pain up my spine. My arms lash out in patterns. Right, left, right, left. My stomps, breath, and the pounding in my head are the only things I can hear. What I vaguely recognize as branches scratch and claw at my face as I push though them.
Somewhere in my mind I was sharp and alert and asking myself many questions. Why are you here? Why are you running? Where are you? Why can't you see? But those thoughts didn't seem important to my new, different brain that was in control. That brain quickly pushed those thoughts aside. And that scared me, because it meant I wasn't in control anymore. Who are you? The thought came out of nowhere. The new brain didn't understand, and didn't push it away, as if it were… collecting the thought. My brain was silent. Finally, after what seemed forever, the new brain answered. I am the new you. You are dead. And you cannot control me, or do anything. You are not to be.
I panted as I woke with a start, scared and wondering why that dream had occurred. Then I froze with a sharp intake of breath. There, at the foot of my bed, was a human figure. I could only see his shadow, but I was positive that it was a man. And it was defiantly not Dad. I knew there was only one possible answer: an intruder. "Whatever you want you can take, just, please, don't hurt my family. You can hurt me, rape me, whatever, just don't hurt them." I said calmly.
"I believe you are in no state to be make requests, as am I in control." I gasped just be the shear coincidence that he would choose those pacific words and not any other. It would have been less shocking at what to come next if he hadn't said those words.
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