The Chase

My footsteps were heavy and fast. The sharp clacks against the pavement somehow conveyed a hurried sort of nervousness for me. I don't know why I'm so anxious. I feel like I'm being watched. I'm used to someone chasing me; but somehow this felt different, like they weren't trying to get my autograph or a picture. All this nonsense was making me a little vertiginous. I could barley run any longer; I don't know what's going to be next. Something about tonight was making my skin crawl but I don't know what it is. My pace was uneven as it picked up. I convince myself that it's just my imagination. Then I heard someone call my name.