She thinks about what she should do. Everytime in the dream, they always end up catching her. But what if she changes it this time? She quickly starts to run, but comes to a halt when she sees a cliff right in front of her. She bites her lip and decides, she's going to do it. She takes a deep breath and jumps. Her frail body falls over. The wind slaps her face, and her hair is flying wildly. Yet s...

I know they are there

I hear them

I see them , but they are not in a human form

They are trapped in a shadow

Chasing after me

Trying to make me a shadow too.

The voices are everywhere

Blocking me

Tearing me apart

While the pair of long yet shadowy hands grabbing me forcing me to stop.

"Oh no" I said as I reached the end of the roof

Life and death flashed before my eyes

I took a sharp inta...

There were several paths. The woman pick one at random and race towards it.

She didn't know where this path would lead her, but at last she was safe. There were too many paths, and her purser wouldn't know which path she was in.

At least that was what she thought until footsteps pound the ground behind her. She takes one sharp intake of breath, unknowing this could be her last.

"The compass s...

Footsteps pound the ground behind her. She takes one sharp intake of breath, unknowing that this one could be her last.

It all comes flashing to her now; the comments, no matter how charmingly said, insinuating control and dominance, the laughter roaring as he "playfully" throws pencils and shoes from across the house towards her, every zipper of jackets tugged up to the center of her throa...

Looking back was something she really didn't want to do right now. Something that she can't control something was approaching and she didn't like it.

The night was quiet the streets were lit, she walked across the pavement every step was lit. 'this is the safer way' she had told herself. They're were houses on the opposite side so if she screams or her alarm went off. 'Someone. Someone would com...

Footsteps pound the ground behind her. She takes one sharp intake of breath, unknowing that this could be her last. She glances at the sun shining from the horizon straight ahead, she takes her leap, the wooden wings on her back wrestles with the wind as gravity pull them down. Her speed increases by the second, but for a brief moment, she flies, for a brief moment she is free, for a brief moment ...

Footsteps pound the ground behind her. She takes one sharp intake of breath, unknowing that this could be her last. The floor makes a loud creak noise and she quickly jerked back. It was too late, her mim burst through the door and yelled at her for being too loud. She was just trying to get a late night snack of crunchy chips and chocolate muffin. Her mom yelled at her to go back to her room. Her...

Footsteps pound behind me

I hear them

I feel them

I see them

But they are not there

The walls shrink closer

I hear them

I see them

I feel them

But they stay the same

I take a sharp breath

Fearing it will be the last

If i don’t find my way out

Of this panic attack...

Footsteps pound the ground behind me. I take a sharp intake of breath, unknowing that this could be my last. I must have inhaled too loudly because I feel a hand clasp my throat. I struggle to breathe as I was pulled into the back of a van where I was then gagged and blind folded. I scream but it's no use.

When the blindfold is removed, I'm in a dark room with a single light above me. I feel...

His loud footsteps pound the ground behind her. She takes one sharp intake of breath, unknowing that this could be her last.

The night air cuts against her lungs as she pushes forward, branches clawing at her arms like desperate hands trying to hold her back.

The forest is alive with echos: his pursuit, her heartbeat, the crunch of leaves beneath frantic feet.

She dares not look over her shoul...