It never ends...

Him.

Next thing I know, some man was running at me, eyes looking at me. Me, being the person I am, kicked him in the face, and did a double sucker punch to his face. He looked surprised, but fought back. After 2 minutes of this, I finally punched hard enough to make him fall, giving me the chance to run. I ran for my life, his groans of pain fading away with each step of my shoes. I called the police, letting them know of the man. Once they got there, he wasn't there. There was even blood on the concrete, but he wasn't in the file, they said I was imaginating it all.

Then why did I feel and hear him running at and punching me?...

That, will be the question in the middle of all of these events.