Third chappie people, here we go!
I have the same dream every single night. It never changes.
I'm running.
In a park that I don't recognize.
I never know what I'm running from, I just know that if I don't run I'll die.
I don't know how or why, I just feel it in my bones.
I can feel whatever it is gaining on me, it's right on my heels.
And then all of a sudden my surroundings change.
I'm in a cemetery.
Fog covers the ground, making it hard to see where I'm stepping.
I try to find some way out.
All I see is endless amounts of headstones.
The reach as far as I can see.
Death surrounds me completely.
I run faster, pushing my body to its limits.
My lungs feel like they're on fire, burning with every breath I take.
Before I can even register what's happening, I'm falling.
My hands break my fall just before my knees connect with wet dirt.
I stand quickly, trying to find a way out.
I realize that I'm in a hole.
A grave.
My hands claw the sides, pulling dirt down with them.
I can't grasp onto anything, can't find anything to pull me out.
Just when I give up, collapse into the dirt, I hear him.
I hear his voice.
Calling to me.
He sounds far away, his voice is muffled by the distance.
I scream for him, begging for help.
I hear footsteps but can't find where they're coming from.
I spin around in circles, searching for him.
My head starts to feel dizzy and I lean against the side of the grave to steady myself.
His hand touches me, making me yelp in fear.
I look up into his eyes and feel the relief flood through my body.
He reaches his hand down and I grab it with every ounce of strength left in my body.
He pulls me out easily.
Too easily.
I don't think to ask any questions.
Just search for my predator.
My eyes scan through the headstones, finding nothing.
My gut tells me to run, to run as fast as I can away from this place.
I look to Jake and he's smiling.
But it's not his usual smile, not filled with love.
It's filled with hunger, with hatred.
I back away slowly, sliding my feet along the ground.
His head turns to the side, as he gives me a questioning look.
I try to scream for help, but my voice is lost.
I turned around and sprint away from him.
I beg my legs to move faster, they continue to move at the same pace.
I see the opening to the cemetery and run towards it.
I reach the sidewalk and slow down, searching for any signs that he followed me.
I huff and puff, trying to slow my heartbeat.
I walk down the sidewalk quickly, looking for any familiar buildings.
I see none, they're all foreign to me.
I continue walking, trying to find people.
There's no one, the town is completely empty.
It's just me.
And him.
I hear footsteps behind me and feel my heart thud louder in my chest.
I start to panic, too afraid to look behind me.
Too afraid to see that smile again.
I work up the strength to turn around, my heart sinking into my stomach when I see that it's him.
He smiles that same smile as I start to run again.
I run down an alleyway, hoping to lose him somehow.
Something inside me tells me that it's no use, that he'll find me.
I stop mid step and stare down at my hands.
They're drenched in blood, stained red.
I wipe them along my pant legs, trying to make it go away.
I inhale through my mouth, trying to avoid the smell.
I rub at my pants furiously.
I collapse on the ground, giving up completely.
I lurch from my bed, my hands stinging as they always do.
I yank the blanket off of my body and run into the kitchen.
I turned the water on, letting it warm up.
I pushed my hands under the stream, enjoying the burning sensation that passed through them.
I stared down at them, feeling the bile rise in my throat.
The scratches were raw from not being able to heal.
They become fresh wounds nightly.
From me trying to get the blood off my hands.
They turn pinked from the burning water, my skin color blending in with the raw flesh.
I shut the water off and dry my hands, walking back into the bedroom.
I pulled the blanket off the floor and throw it back onto the bed.
My eyes drift to the bedside table, focusing on the single drawer that occupies it.
My feet move without my permission, drawing me toward the table.
I slide the drawer open and pull out the various pill bottles.
My eyes don't even need to read the labels to know what they are.
I pull out one from each bottle and lay them on the table.
I put the bottles back in the drawer and push it closed.
My eyes stare down at the pills, forming a tiny row of numbness.
I place each one in my mouth, dry swallowing each of them.
I sit myself on the couch and wait for the wave of nothing to wash over me.
When it does, it takes everything I have not to fall back asleep.
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