Autopilot

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     I couldn't breathe. I knew my heart was about to crawl out of my chest. But I just keep going. I couldn't stop for anything.

     My mind shut off leaving my legs to continue on in autopilot. The trees resembled kindergartners' drawings as I flew past. The sound of my heavy breaths bounced around my ears. I hoped I didn't need to hear anything.

     A burning sensation rippled from my legs to my chest. Contrarily, it made me run faster. I feared my legs giving out. Stopping at this rate would leave me to fall into the thorns that crunch under my feet.

When would this ever end?

     The sun made my bare skin boil. Now would be the perfect time to reapply sunscreen. That is if I still had my backpack. Without any other choice, I battled the sun and ran on.

My eyes started to flutter.

No. No. No. No. No.

     I need to stay awake at all costs. I must keep running. I'd rather not discover if what I'm imagining could happen. I must run while I'm still ahead. Not knowing how much longer I have sends a shiver down my spine. My toes curl as I push myself faster. A clearing ahead makes me breathe a sense of relief. It soon turns out too good to be true.

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