The Uprising

The Blood Moon

 The blood moon stood high on the dark thunderlightning sky, shivers were going down my spine as the cold rain fell down on my neck. I was told not to go outside this particular day, but I could not help myself, there was something I just had to do, of course I could have waited, but my patiance was not always the best, besides how could anyone know that something could have happened to me that day? The worst thing that I thought could happen would be that I caught a cold because of my wet clothes. I actually liked the feeling of heavy rain falling down on my face, but that day it was suprisingly cold, even for a summer day. 

Suddenly my heart was beating faster as my pace was rapidly speeding up as I felt the tension of being followed. I had no idéa of where I was going at that point, because the only thought that was running through my head was the concept of having a feeling of being followed. My feet were moving on their own as I tried to see if it was just my imagination or if there were someone behind me and what or who that was. No matter how intensely I tried I could not form any real signs of being followed, but I still had that feeling, so I tried to get to the park where I knew I was able to get away if I saw someone, not to mention that there would be no place for someone to hide if they were to continue following me from there.