The street wasn't all that fancy, not like it was made out to be on the billboards. Sure it was teaming with vegetation but the overall vibe was cold.
Being the Fall of autumn the chill in the air grew. With every breath my throat began to close, like I had been a smoker for the better part of my life. I extracted my blue inhaler from my pocket and began puffing.
And I could breath again. The street lights in the park began to flicker. An ominous hooded figure hovered my way. It was an inhuman kind of movement, and more fluent and precise than a robots.
My heart sped, kind of like the time I ran 1500 metres for a school sports day. Maybe he was just headed toward the main road. But I couldn't help but think his eyes were fixed on me. They were invisible to me but they were glaring.
I looked down at my feet hoping not to attract any more attention as I sped up.
I collided with something cold.
My head became a whirling palette of colour, as I fell into a very familiar place. It felt like a dream.
The sky was as bright as it is only in the summertime.
I saw a considerably smaller version of me. She had little brown and blonde pigtails and was dressed in a school uniform. My first school uniform.
She skipped along a very familiar path. All of a sudden she fell to the curb....more like thrown to the curb. A hatted figure stood from behind the bushes and snickered like it was some sick game.
I looked down to the small girl still in the curb. She held her hands up and screamed as they were covered in fresh blood.
Instinctively I went to help her but as I reached for her ... all vanished around me. Cars haunted and fell into nothing, as did the bushes and pedestrians.
I clawed at my hair, realising what had happened. I generally pushed it to the back of my head like a dream. But I remember now, his hat changed with the season. No matter how much I grow he stays twice my height. He doesn't haunt my dreams as he is a reality and it's not all in my head, like people tell me. He's a demon to call my own.
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Abundance of Awesome
ContoWithin this book are many peices of writing; poems and short stories. There is no fixed genre so there should be a genre for everybody in this book. All of these are written by me... Enjoy