My legs burn, but not as much as my lungs. I can't keep this up much longer. The black masses of regret and failure are catching up to me though they aren't nearly as quick as sorrow. It is their master: darker, taller.... gasp An alley! I can hide! I run its length until I reach a dead end. Suddenly, my body feels heavy. Oh god, I... I can't move. My shoes are glued to the cracked concerte. I can't even turn my head. That's when I see it...It's over. I'm caught. The black shape moves in front of me, as quick as a bullet and as smooth as silk. I can't breathe. I can't scream. What's the point anyway? My eyes widen with fear, though I feel my body relax with acceptance of what's to come. The black mass presses a cold blade against my throat. It hurts. Everything I was running from seems so insignificant now. There is no escape. I feel the warmth of the sun on the back of my neck...such a different sensation than the coldness of the blade. My shadow grows high on the wall before me. My shadow: the darkness, moves in one quick motion. I'm numb as I feel the blood spill from my throat. There was never any hope from me.
