The Struggle

I sprinted as fast as I possibly could down the long, dark hall. My bare feet making small pattering noises against the cold, tiled floor.
"Just keep running" I thought to myself over and over, attempting to reassure myself everything will be alright.

I could barely see a thing. Objects such as small tables and vases could be vaguely made out in the dark. The only light available was from the moon shining through the large, elegant windows that I would rarely pass.

My stomach was twisted and knotted. I felt as though I may release my bowels at any moment. Fear only built up more and more the longer I scampered down the hall.

The heavy footsteps from behind me grew fainter and fainter the further I ran. I knew the hall wouldn't go on forever, but I didn't want to stop. Whatever the hell was after me was going to catch up sooner or later. I needed to get out, and fast. I can only pray that I'll come across a set of stairs descending downward to the front door.

The footsteps begin to be audible again, meaning I began to slow down. Panic jolts through me once more as the footsteps begin to speed up. It's coming for me. It wants to kill me.

I'm running out of breath. I feel like I'm going to collapse on the floor. But the fear of being caught gives me the strength to continue running. I don't know how long this hall is, and I don't know when it will stop. All I can do is keep running.

It's catching up quickly.

My heart feels as though it may burst out of my chest.

Is that... A door?

An open door?

My chance of escape?

I hurl myself through the doorway and make a break toward the window.
Time was scarce. I didn't have the time to unlatch the window. It was already entering the room.

I drag over a nearby chair. Using my weak, scrawny arms, I raise the chair and smash the window open. Glass flies everywhere, cutting my arms, legs, and face open. But that wasn't important. I was going to get out. I begin to climb over the edge.

And then it grips onto my hair.
It yanks me back and throws me across the room. I feel my body smash against a wall, knocking all the air out of me. I lay on the floor gasping for air pathetically. It walks over to me and kneels down.
I whimper through my gasps, pleading for my life.

But pleading doesn't always get you want you want.