I'm scared... I hear it around the corner. Something's after me. I don't know what it is, but it's after me and only me. I barely have time to give to myself, be it time to sleep or think about something other than survival. On nights that it's safe enough to sleep, I dream about Mike. He hasn't left my mind in I think months. I don't know what month it is, but I do know that everyday is one closer to seeing the real world again. Last night I dreamt that Mike and I made it to this "dance" he told me about. The SnowBall... I think I missed it already, I would bet so. But I don't care if I go to that silly snow ball, I just want to dance... With Mike...
The unpleasant grumbling sound of this horrid monster was getting closer. Should I give up now? But I can't... If I give up now then I'll never have a chance to get back to my life. The monster was right behind me now, but it felt like it had already taken it's prey. "Jane...." It said. Did it really say it? Or was it playing with my head? I could hear my heart beat, everything was turning black. Then I couldn't feel reality, but it's not like it ever was reality...
