The Marked

I sit on the end of my bed with my hair standing on end. My face is drenched in sweat and I can't see anything. They called my name from what seemed like miles away. They were trying to reach for me, but I wouldn't help them. I kept trying to move but I couldn't. I couldn't even blink. I stood there forced to watch them trying to grab me to hold on to. To wake me from my frozen posture, but I couldn't be reached. I was stuck, and so were they. ~~~