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CHAPTER 13 - "SWEET DREAMS"

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I scream at the top of my lungs holding my left side, hoping someone hears me. The street is so deserted and silent it's scary. Only illuminated by the streetlights on the sidewalks. I only hear my agitated breathing and my sneakers hitting the asphalt. I stumble and fall cursing when my knee hurts instantly but I decide to ignore it and keep running. I don't know how long I've been running but I can't stop.

He's going to find me.

I turn into an alley and lean against the wall to catch my breath. Each gasp of air is unbearable. It feels like my lungs are filled with glass. When I put my hand on my knee, the pain flares up again and I look down to check my wound. It's not serious but it still burns more than I expected. I don't try to look at the cut on my side because I will definitely pass out. I can feel the hot wetness running down my ribs and wetting my t-shirt.

I sob before I can control myself and quickly cover my mouth. I peek over the edge of the wall to see if he's still behind me but I don't see anyone. Everything is sinisterly still. I sigh between relief and alertness, resting my eyes on the night sky. It is covered with infinite stars that cry out to be appreciated. At another time, it would be a beautiful postcard to capture and remember. Right now, it just proves how cynical life can be in some situations. Showing you that the beauty of the world will still be there, no matter if it's your last day; nothing stops for you.

This can't be true. It has to be a fucking nightmare. I pinch my arm to try to wake up but nothing happens.

-Only you would be stupid enough to look at the stars when you're running for your life.

His voice freezes me to the bone and I slowly turn around. His gaze is still burning with contempt and the funny smile on his face breaks me down. I begin to cry in helplessness and terror as he comes towards me swinging the blood stained blade. I start walking backwards to put distance between us so I can somehow escape.

-Please don't do this, why are you doing this to me? -I demand in tears, hoping to touch some part inside him where he is still the person he used to be.

-The right question is: why not? -He comes closer showing his white teeth like a Cheshire cat and licking his lips, enjoying my desperation. -Now, be a good girl and don't run.

-Yeah, right.

My feet push me away as fast as they can and I struggle not to look back, but it's stronger than my survival instinct. A part of me refuses to accept it. I see him standing in the same place without taking his eyes off me. In a second, he disappears like fucking Criss Angel. I stop trying to assimilate what my eyes have just seen.

-What the...?

-I thought I told you not to run. -He growls between his teeth, grabbing my arm and digging his fingers into my flesh.

-Let go of me, you're hurting me. -It's idiotic to state the obvious but I don't know what else to do. -Please stop.

-Yeah, right. -He exclaims with a mocking laugh, copying my words.

-Please! -I pull my arm to free myself, begging with the little hope I have left. His grip is too strong and I know it's all in vain; I see it in every part of his face. He won't let me go. I can do nothing but cry. -Why? Why?!

For an instant, his factions softened and his lower lip trembled. Or maybe my mind is playing tricks on me to ease the panic inside me. I can't know with certainty and I'm sure I won't live to find out.

-Okay, here's a reason. Or better two, so you don't say I'm evil. -He smiles sideways at the irony of the situation. -You don't know everything, Megan. And... damn it, you don't know how to listen either.