It's dark, I don't know where I am. I'm running, Fast, I don't know where I'm going. I realise I'm in a forest, high trees, fallen leaves snapping beneath my feet. It's misty, I can't see further than 2 meters. The pain hits me, the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I fall down on the ground. I don't know how long I've been running, or from what I'm running. I don't know anything, but the pain I'm feeling. The feeling of blood dripping down my legs and out of the scratches on my arms and face. I can't pull myself up. So I pull my legs to my chest and wrap my arms around them. I can feel the fabric of my jeans, all ripped apart, covered in dried and fresh blood I close my eyes and forced myself to keep breathing. Even though I rather don't. I rather die right here this moment, peaceful.
The sound of breaking leaves pulls me out my thoughts. The panic hit me again, but I stay down, singing a song in a whispering voice. A shadow falls over my bleeding body. The shadow comes closer, he stands right at my head. I don't know what he is doing, but I feel the air being sucked out of my lungs. I keep singing. I forced the last words of my song out.
A horrific, high pitched scream reaches my ears. Stopping me from thinking anything. I close my eyes and see a teenage girl with light auburn, reddish hair and her hazel brown eyes wide open. Screaming at the top of her voice, it sounds almost unnatural, surreal. But I know she isn't. The image of the girl is terrifying and comforting at the same time. Like I saw her before, like I know her. But I feel that seeing her isn't a good sign. I'm dying. The girl fades away and all I see is black, pitch black nothingness. It's over.