I ran as fast as I can gasping sharp breaths threw a never ending ending forest.
Let's pause this moment real quick and recalculate. You may be wondering why I'm running like a mad person through a forest. Or, you may be wondering why I'm in the middle of a forest at all. Or, you may just be wondering whether I was a guy or a girl and what I look like because I have not yet told you. I can answer all those questions but first, I'd like to continue running. Why? Um... Maybe because my life is on the line. Back to reality.
He found me! The thing that had haunted my nightmares since two months ago when it cornered me in an empty tavern. I just barely managed to escape. Running from its massive jaws and escaping through its extremely hairy legs (which are more like tree trunks and... Did something die in its loincloth?). When I finally allowed hope that the thing was gone and that it totally forgot about me- it came back. Of course.
"AHHH-OW! UGH!" I fell, skidding to a halt on my face. I sat up, wincing, my wrist bursting with excruciating pain. It felt like a hot knife was trying to wriggle its way into my bone. I couldn't move it. "Oh no... no no no no NO!" My wrist, I noticed, was obviously broken. It started to bruise and swell, becoming a sickly sade of black and blue. Then I remembered, the thing! I turned around and looked up into a face that was so scarred and bruised it no longer looked like a face. In fact, it looked like a giant, disgusting, purple grape. His nose looked as if it had been torn off, his lips small and scarred, his eyes- I took a sharp intake of breath (accidentally inhaling its breath... not the best idea). He had one huge eye and it sat in the center of his big, ugly forehead. His one eyebrow furrowed down making it look like the bottom of a down-pointing arrow. He also had no hair and only half of one ear, which looked as if it had been severed by a knife. His black eye glared menacingly down at me. There was no sympathy in it. No kindness. And I definately couldn't find any thought of the thing not wanting to kill me. Then, he advanced. I screamed, scooting on my butt away from him until my back collided with a thick tree trunk, forcing me to stay put. He raised his fist and swung it down fiercely. Then i woke up in a cold sweat.
I put my hand to my chest, breathing hard. I got out of bed and walked to my closet to get changed. I've had the same exact dream every night since I met the ugly thing two months ago. I took off my pajamas and threw on a black jacket over a teal shirt and blue jeans. I pulled my long, wavy black hair back in a ponytail and looked at my sea green eyes in the mirror. They looked scared and shocked like they did every morning I woke up with that dream. You'd think I'd be used to it by now but I still wake up with a frightening jolt. I walked down the hallway and into the kitchen. My mom was sitting in a brown leather armchair, a book in her hands. My mom was beautiful. She had long auburn hair and sky blue eyes. Her nose covered in freckles. When she saw me she smiled but her smile soon changed once she saw how pale my normally tan skin was. She got up and jogged over to me. "Oh my gosh!" She exclaimed, "What-" she stopped when she saw my face. "Oh," she breathed, her brow slightly puckered, "Same dream?" I nodded. "Ok. Well... you'll brighten up," she smiled at me hoping I'd smile back. I didn't. "Breakfast is on the table and the bus'll be here in 10 minutes starting your new day of school!" She smiled brightly at me and this time, I couldn't help but return it. A new day. New people. Another chance to not blow up the school. Another chance to not flood all the toilets... Or drinking fountians... Or... Do anything weird like that. Another chance to not send a wild horse on one of my classmates (even though he deserved it). Another chance to not mess up. Wish me luck.