I can't bear the chains of him anymore. I thought, as I ran from what now looked like the silhouette of a man, in the dark alley lit only by nearby street lamps. The terror reminded me of the fact that my parents died, saving me. I couldn't let go now. For them. They would want me to be happy. As I neared the end, I began to see a car, door open, already started, and with someone inside. It blocked off the alley so the only way out was through the car. I had to get in. I climbed into the passenger seat hesitantly, and saw the driver. He looked very familiar, in fact, a lot like me. "Hi Savannah." He said.
There was silence for a moment.
"Hi dad."
