Melody

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I'm running. I don't know why. Who am I running to? Better question, who am I running from? I don't know, all that I know is that I'm running, and I won't be able to keep up much longer. I try to focus on the scenery around me, maybe if I can figure out where I am, I can figure out what's going on. I look around me, but I can't focus. I can see, but everything's blurry. I can barely distinguish colors. Everything just looks like varying shade of gray. I want to stop running, but something in my mind won't let me. What's happening? I twist my head around, why can't I figure out where I am? I feel something beneath my feet and suddenly, I'm closing my eyes. I'm on the ground, writhing in agony. The pain is unbearable. When I open my eyes, it's like somebody flipped a switch in my brain, because now I can clearly see my surroundings. It's night, I'm in the woods, and there's a huge branch nearby. I slowly get up and look around at the woods that were once a blur. My head is throbbing with memories that escape my grasp, and my only clear thought is: Why am I here?

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