'You can't run away, Trey.' The calm, yet dangerously low vice said behind me. It was the only sound apart from my feet echoing through the woods. I ran, although somewhere deep inside I knew that I can't run away. The voice was absolutely right. I just refused to believe it.
'You know you can't.' I cursed myself for turning around. The figure was too tall for me to see it's face. There was a flash of some weird stuff I can't really explain.
That was the moment I woke up, gasping for air. My window was opened, the curtains flapping from the wind. I saw a shadow of a person jumping from it.
'Stop! Wait!' I nearly jumped out of the window as well but stopped myself just in time. The guy was some kind of supernatural freak. My eyes got used to the darkness surprisingly quickly so I closed the window. My drawings were all right, though. I don't know what my drawings mean ( Yeah, I know that I draw them) but it seems like they are the thing I value the most.
You see, it always seems like a person is following me. Or other, protecting me. More than one person. I could kind of imagine them, so since I could draw I was drawing some random pictures of killers, demons and faceless dudes in suits.
It all started a lonely night in a dark forest...
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A Key To The Past
RandomA bit weird? A misunderstanding. A freak, that's a better word. Trey was always different. He always felt someone watching him, and many times saw a shadow which didn't look normal to him. When he draws he always draws somebody, or something, that h...
