Hidden Love

I ran in the woods, wearing a nighty. I jump over the bush having a piece of the purple fabric attached to its tiny branches. I tug and tug on it but no use, it won't budge. I pull on it harder and it rips taking a piece of it. A mighty roar had me whimpering of fear. I was confounded and kept running.

"Jane, you can't run away from me, dear" a voice popped in my head.

I whimper again and pick up my pace a bit. I was a minority, an outsider, so why am I being chase. My life was abstruse. I lived alone and work daily based. I went to school every Mondays through Fridays and work Friday nights to Wednesday night. I kept to myself and was sustaining with death a few times. I was sensitive with load voices and rough contact.

I tripped over a rock and roll down the edge of the cliff. I clutch to my arm and blood poured out. The earth shook and the trees shake. A mighty roar went off having me gasping for air. I try to nurture my arm but I couldn't keep my focus to well. A tiger appear and I flinch, when it roared again.

"Jane" It breathes.

The situation was deteriorate and he watched me like a predator watched its prey. It licked its lips a few time, giving me vided image of me dying.

"Jane" the voice gave me a headache but pleasure at the same time.

The beautiful creature slowly walks towards me, having its black fur move against its massive body. It teeth was, frighten, reminding me a meat eating beast. Saliva drops from his mouth, making tiny puddles on the floor. I might be exaggerating but the creature was eying me and like what it see.

"Don't step anymore" I stamper. It was essential; I could try and save my life.

The beast lifted it paw and puts in it front of him.

"You better not move or-or-or I'll jump" I said, pointing down the cliff. He looks at my arm, thinking he could use it as a tooth pick.

He nods at me, giving me a validate answer. He was challenging me.

"You don't think. I'll do it, uh?" I stepped back a bit and it caught him off guard.

I smirk when he walks back to his current spot. I took a couple of spaces away from the cliff but further away from the beast. His movement, reminded me of my younger brother. We always play princess and the beast and he pretends that he's the panther and I was his prey and chased me all around the house. He wasn't a grown manbut a 5 year old, dreaming of princess peach from Mario. Now the beats in front of me was for real and looked hungry. This was substantial, truly real. Maybe, I'm asleep? That's right, you're asleep Jane but now you have to wake up. I dig my nail in my hand but I could feel the pain. This was severity, I was going to die and no one will be here to miss me.

The beast took a step forward and I took a step back, tripping and hitting my head hard on the ground. My image was blurry and my temple was bleeding. I open my mouth but no words come out. I could tell this diagnose is going to cause my life but I couldn't do nothing because I fell in a concussion, only remembering

the great beast turn into a men.