The Man Out To Get Me

This feeling inside. It's an empty feeling. A feeling I never have quite felt before. It's strange. I don't know where it came from either. I feel like a part of me is gone. I don't know where it went, it's just gone. I can't describe it. Why am I even writing this? It's weird, it's not me. Who am I becoming? What is this feeling. Is it good or will it turn into some kind of monster? I want to know, I want answers. When will I get them though? How long will it take before I know what this feeling is? I wonder if putting on some music will help?

I turn on my music and begin singing along. It seems to have helped. A lot. I look around my room and then realize that I haven't started my homework yet. Oh no, it's ten o'clock and I haven't even started my three page essay due tomorrow or my giant math project also due tomorrow. I reluctantly amble over to my desk to do my homework.

When I look up from my homework to my clock it 12:07. Great. So much for going to bed at 10:30. I forget my homework and just leave it on my desk. I'll finish in the morning if I have any time before school.

This morning all the way to school my mom, who I go with because she is a teacher and it saves gas, is giving me a lecture about going to bed earlier. I guess she saw that my light was still on. Then suddenly I'm in complete darkness. I'm running. I don't know where I'm going or where I am. All I know is that I'm running from something deadly. Something very dangerous.

My mom shakes me back to reality. I am startled to see that we are in the school parking lot.

"What happened?" She asks angrily.

"I-I don't know." I stutter back to her.

She lets it slide assuming that whatever it was happened because I didn't get enough sleep. I grab my stuff and go to my locker. There I meet up with my friends and tell them about the terrifying experience. They just dismiss it as no big deal. They also figure it's because I wasn't used to the lack of sleep.

I don't think it's just a lack of sleep that's causing all of this though. There has to be something else. I can't focus in anything except that wired feeling and what happened this morning. I missed all my science and algebra notes. Not to mention that I didn't finish the project or the essay. I've always had good grades and now I'm getting a C. My mom is NOT going to be happy.

Well I was right. My mom blew up when she saw my grades. I got the "your better than this" lecture too. She never gave me a chance to explain either so now I'm grounded from my phone until I can get my grades up again.

I begin to work vigorously on my homework. I keep it up for a good two hours before going to the fridge for a short snack. The next thing I know there I am again. I'm running throw the woods. Where exactly am I though. I can feel the sharp cold air pierce my cheeks as I run on. Then I see a big tree with a small opening in the trunk that I can easily hide in. I run into it and then see a man run past. The man is tall and somewhere around twenty. He has brown hair that is fairly long. He looks determined. Was he the thing chasing me?

I wake up to my mom crying over me. Again she asks "What happened?!" although this time her voice sounds more terrified than angry.

I give her the same answer I did last time.

Immediately she says, "You're going to the doctor."

I don't resist, I just say ok and move on back to my room to finish my homework, forget my snack. I work for another two hours getting caught up. I have ADHD so it always takes me a bit longer than most people. Once I finish at 10:03 I go straight to bed.

I'm inside the tree still hiding. I'm too scared to come out. What if he finds me. What will he do to me? I slowly shuffle out of my hiding place. As soon as I think it's safe, I hear gun shots and run back in. I take that as my answer to "Was he dangerous?"

I am suddenly awaken by my alarm clock. It takes my eyes a while to adjust but once they do, I see that I'm ten minuets late. I hurry up to get dressed and do my make-up. I run my fingers through my hair and call it good. I run down the stairs to find my mom sitting in her pajamas.

"What are you doing?" I ask

Immediately she answers "Amanda, I'm not letting you go to school after you passed out twice in the last 24 hours."

Great. I just did all that work so that I could not go to school and hand it in. My mom would have usually left my dad to watch me but he died two years ago. He was in a shooting and was killed instantly with a bullet to the head. I don't mind talking about it much. We were never that close really. He was always busy doing something else.

I go back upstairs and stand for a moment in my doorway. Something catches my attention outside of the hallway window. I walk over there quite quickly and there he was. The man from my dreams. He was real? was he going to try to come after me or did he even know I existed? He just walks right by my house so I assume he must not even know me.

I go lay down on my soft, blue comforter. I lay there and think about the past few days. I put things in order to try to figure them out

1. That strange and atypical feeling

2. I pass out and dream about. running away from something deadly.

3. I pass out again and find out that what I'm running from is a man.

4. I have a dream where I learn that the man wants to kill me.

5. I see the man outside my house.

It's not much but it's enough to make suspicious of who the man is and where he came from. Is the man in my reality dangerous or is he just some man who by coincidence looks like the man out to get me. I dismiss the thought that my from dreams could actually be a real human being and that my dreams weren't dreams but the future. It's only a coincidence, I'm sure.

I'm to scared to sleep so I just play games on my phone and pretend to be asleep when my mom comes in to check on me. She falls for it every time.

Suddenly I am face to face with the man. I can see him in more detail now. He is wearing a white shirt and an army green jacket with a belt (if needed) and it ends about mid thigh. His jeans look almost new and are hoisted up with a belt that has tons of tools on it. He is also wearing black combat boots. I look him in the eye. He reaches toward my arm slowly and carefully but I still jerk away.

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