Never Ending

You Start At the Finish Line And Finsh Up to the Start

*CHAPTER 1*

Keep running, keep running, a voice booms into my ears. Over, and over. This voice is playing in repeat. This voice, I just realize is my own. My legs grow numb as I run, and each step I take pounds heavily on the grey cement beneath my feet. I don't why I'm running. I don't know what I'm doing, or where I am. All I know is I must, keep, running.

I halt to discover everything in sight push its way past me, revealing the view of a white cloud of nothingness. Everything vanishes and the scene takes on the colour of an untouched blank piece of paper around me. Hesitantly I go into a painful sprint again. I look around at my surroundings as my legs take me away. But there was nothing to run to, nothing to run from. Absolutely Nothing.

My legs, which are killing me, drag me along. I try to stop, but somehow my body rejects my request. My lungs feel as if someone was choking me underwater. And If I attempted to reach the surface for air, I get pulled back down.

Finally, far ahead in the distance, I spot three dark dots. Three things that aren't nothing. When I get closer I identify them as three, large, solid, dark-coloured tunnels, each one a different gloomy colour. Finally, I stop to catch my breath and to observe the sight in front of me. The tunnel, which is the one on my left, catches my eyes first. It shares the colour of my long, unruly, spiral-like chestnut hair. The middle, which stands out amount the three, displays a pitch black, circular canvas hiding any secrets that may lay behind it. And the last one, wears a depressing dark grey shade. Looking not-as-bold as the two before it.

"Which one is right?" I ask myself out loud. Just then, right at that moment, the three individuals start to turn around, and around. They start to shrink. Inch, by inch, little by little, bit.... By bit.

They close up almost instantly, with a split-second worth blink of an eye.

"No,no,no!" Don't close up on me!" I practically beg, screaming. My bright hazel eyes begin to well up on tears. They fall helplessly into my gaping wide mouth, tasting like warm, sea salt water. I break down onto my continuously aching knees.

The tears seemed to have gained full control now, free falling down my bare face. I curl up into a ball, hugging my thighs tightly against my chest, just like how I used to when I heard strained yelling and glass shattering outside of my bedroom door. I sob even harder at the brief memory.

This was quite possibly my only chance to escape. From wherever I am.