Insecure {AUGUST ALSINA}

37.

Finally. So so sorry. (That's the cover to my new book- not published yet but description in authors note at the end)

"Run!" Christian shouts at me. His panic stricken voice fills my ears.

I can't see the path in front of me my eyes are so blurry with tears. My legs are shaking from my nerves, slowing my running down. I keep looking back, turning around.

I can't see Christian in the pitch black dark of the night but I can hear his voice. I can hear him shouting at me. I don't know if he's running with me or if he's causing a distraction so I can get away.

There's no way he's behind me on purpose.

The last thing I remember is crying over my mother's body and being shoved out of the door by Christian. We didn't even make it three feet out of the door before we were being shot at.

All of a sudden I'm running through buses and rocks running out of air with my chest tightening.

"Ow." I squeal when something sharp cuts my ankle.

It takes me by surprise so I stop to tend to the burning pain. Christian slams into me and stumbles back.

"What are you doing?" He asks, too scared to be annoyed. "Get up."

"I can't." I squeeze the cut on my ankle only to feel the cold, oily composition of blood on my hands.

"Catalina-"

Before he finishes leaves rustle in-front of us. Crumbling at each slow, antagonizing foot step. He doesn't want to keep his whereabouts secret anymore, he wants to plague us with his presence now that we've stopped running.

I can't see his face in the dark, but I know it's him. The same faceless man in the black hoodie that killed my mother. Now standing right in front of me. It's like I feel his gun pointed at me in the dark.

Without a word or even a single rustle from the dead leaves beneath him, he loads his gun and I hear the snap.

Of course, as expected, he shoots.

I wake up before he kills me. Yet I can still feel his presence in front of me. My nerves are tangled and my body is hot.

I sit up abruptly to check around my room. It isn't until I feel a sharp sting in my rib cage that I'm brought back to reality.

Christians stands up and walks towards my bed. My eyes widen, I have to tell him.

"We're going to die." I blurt out. "I don't- I don't know how. I had this dream and we were running and- and you just- you just- I stopped and you fell and we- someone in a hoodie. It was- I don't know-"

"Woah." He looks at me like I'm crazy. "Calm down what are you sayin?"

"We're going to die. You, me, both of us."

"You're not psychic." Catarina points out.

"I had a dream like that the day I met you." I tell him. Still out of breath, but stable enough to know what I want to say. "It was with mom. I lived with her and someone in a black hoodie killed her."

We're so dead. This can't be happening. What am I going to do?

"I can't die." I shake my head.