As I was running through the thick foliage, I could hear the heavy pounding of footsteps behind me. He was following me.
I shoved tall, thorny plants to the side to make room for myself. The area of woods that I was running through had thousands of low branches. I jumped and ducked my way through the maze of black-ish brown limbs.
The footsteps were starting to fade the further I got into the tangle of branches. I could feel my golden-brown hair coming out of its bun. The bulky braid fell down my back and stopped at my waist as I was running.
There it was. The clearing that could save my life. Almost there. I dove through the last opening in the entwinement of tree limbs and tumbled right to the edge of a lake. Looking up, I saw that the lake's water hit up against the edges of the saplings covering the shore.
A wave of relief washed over me, causing me to fall to my knees. I gazed at my reflection in the lake's deep blue waters. I had the urge to reach out my arm and tap the surface of the water with my pale, shaking finger. The water rippled in front of me. I looked upward at the bright glowing moon.
When I looked down again, I let out a lingering, ear splitting scream.
In the reflection of the lake, there was a male figure standing behind me. I stared into the space where his eyes should be, but there was nothing, just two empty black holes.
