I took off running as my legs would allow me to go. My lungs felt like they were on fire and about to explode, but I knew if I slowed down then the person chasing me would catch me. I started to slow down though due to the lack of oxygen. I couldn't hear anyone following me so I turned around. No one. I turned back around and was met with a splitting pain going through my head. I looked up and saw him. Jackson, my ex boyfriend. I looked to see he was holding a knife. "Say goodnight" I heard him say. I screamed and sat up in my bed, in a pool of my own sweat. I was breathing heavily.
