Run

''Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.''

I think it’s over, for now. My body draws weary, I need to rest but I - I must keep running. H… no, that thing, must never be given the chance to catch up. Even as I conceal myself in this safe room of sorts, it comes, ever so closer. Cannot… must, run…

''Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.''

I hear footsteps, creeping up, getting louder. Louder! I have to find a way out, there must be… A-ha! This latch should do the trick… Pop! It came off! Now… just have to crawl through… I can do this, I can - WILL, escape this monster… can’t let it see me now…

''Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.''

Why must I do this? What a… waste, of precious energy. But, I have to press onwards… the footsteps seem softer… Is it truly, gone? No… it can’t be, just further away… but still can find me. In times like these, I think back to when life was simpler, with no worries and a roof over your head. But I guess life can’t be like that forever, now can it? Ha ha, I guess no - what the heck was that!? He must be getting closer! Have to run… Quickly…

''STOMP. STOMP. STOMP.''

I hear the footsteps louder than ever before, running for the sanctity of my life. Never would I think, that I would resort to running away… and this running, it seems just pointless. Constantly running away, it’s gotten repetitive. Guess it has to be like this… Running means survival. And I… must survive.

''STOMP. STOMP. STOMP.''

Well, now I’ve really done it. Led myself into a corner, which I’m now stuck in. Just forced to sit and wait the inevitability of my demise, truly pitiful… Luckily, I think it hasn’t noticed me yet… At least for now. As I weep on the cold floors, realizing fate… feeling the blissful ignorance of fantasy of escape, slowly torn asunder by cold, hard reality. All I can do is wait and hope… that there is a way out…

''STOMP. STOMP. STOMP.''

Must stay… calm. That was probably just a mouse… Oh, who am I kidding? Myself, that’s who. It’s definitely gotten closer, heading towards me. Spotted for sure. Whatever the case… must, stay quiet. It knows me, and I know it… Why must we be enemies? I hope we can change the course of fate, and make amends… I hope…

''STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!''

Blast it all! It’s found me… and it’s out for blood. Why’d I lead myself into this? Why!? I yell and hit myself over it, like a punishment of sorts. It shouldn’t blow any more cover as there already has. I wish could apologize to everyone… Mom… Dad… my brother too, for all this mess I’ve caused. For letting this monster overtake me. I should’ve been better to them… I should’ve been better to them…

''STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!''

Remember this? It’s a picture of me when I was 4… kept it all this time. ‘Twas a simpler time in life, compared to now… definitely. I think to myself just to end it now, yet a part of me just sits and waits patiently, like a dog waiting for his master to come home. I let this beast, become the “master”, dictating me, my life, my choices… I can’t just stand here! Yet, I just stay flat on the floor… waiting…

''STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!''

This is it, that monster just reached the door. His slender body leaned against the door and I saw straight into his face. Not as scary as before I once saw, but still threatening… of course. He knew I was in here… Why doesn’t open it? Just get over with it already… But I’ve waited this far, I can wait some more. I hear a jiggle of the handle, and then that final, urking…

Creek…

There he stood, right at me, with a big grin on his face. He smiles so innocently, yet I see his true colors. For who he is, nothin’ but a monster. Yet, he doesn’t pull out a knife, lunge for me… No, nothing like that. He suavely moves over to one of the tabletops, and I know what must be done. Have… to finish my homework.

Steelwingred (talk) 20:20, July 12, 2014 (UTC)