The forest feels like it's closing in on me. I try to run faster. I have to go faster. I need to go faster. It doesn't matter how fast I go. I can still hear the footsteps, still moving, still running. The person behind me seems to speed up. My heart is racing, I feel like I'm going to faint. I need to go faster!
I'm starting to lose it. I need to go faster. I have to get away. I'm so scared. I don't know what I'm doing. I can't go faster. I'm slowing down....but.... so are they. At least I think they are. Maybe I actually out ran them. Hopefully.
I make it back to my apartment building and go in the back door. No one sees me. Hopefully.
I get my breathing under control then go and get into the elevator. I smile at the other person riding. We make idle chit chat and I get off on my floor.
I finally get back to my apartment, double locking the door and looking through the peephole just to make sure I haven't been followed up here, I haven't been, my curtains are already closed and I live on the 9th floor, so I don't need to worry about that. I sigh and relax against the wall.
Walking farther into my apartment I take the knife out of my pocket and put it in the dish washer, silently cursing myself for being caught off guard at my dumping spot. At least I made it home.
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