Different

Different.

My aching feet pulled into a halt when I saw the familiar black fence with silver chipped away. I hear the footsteps and quickly ran again. I was scare. Terrified, actually of what would happen if they caught me. I gasped for air, swallowing it like a fish that just got put back into water. I kept running, not looking back. I can’t get caught, I can’t get caught. I chanted inside my head, those 4 little words making my feet push harder onto the moist soil dirt. I can’t get caught. I told myself once more terrified of the things running behind me. a familiar house came into my view. Only bad things happened in that house. I can’t go in there; I can NOT go into that house for what happened two years ago. I swolled rather loudly thinking of what to do next… I have to go in there. Its my only chance of surviving these things that were chasing me. if I don’t go in that house I will be dead… but if I do go in… id much rather be.