Do you like it? The feeling of being a hero? The feeling as if you're the last hope of humanity, and they're all counting on you for they're survival?
You like the feeling don't you? The feeling of every looking at you, as if you're so important. The feeling of having a purpose? Or maybe it's not that...you just like the feeling of power don't yah? Having all the power of your hands to make life move on or not. It's would feel good, wouldn't it?
Well, whatever reason it is, I'd gladly change my place with yours. I never wanted to be important, I never wanted to have a purpose. I was just one of 'em watching the world turn and turn. I mean, I was already happy with her, who else did I need?
Then I saw her die, then I saw the world die, then I saw everyone die. And yet here I am, the power in the palm of my hands, the cure flowing though my veins. I could have just accepted my fate, then everything could have been over.
I'm not really a bad guy, I'm really not. But I just don't want to go through all that you know? I mean, what has society ever done to me? They deserve to be dead for all I care. Heck, I wish I was dead. I don't wanna go through this anymore. But something inside me, like a voice continuously nagging in my head to "keep going". It almost sounds like her, my mother, the one person I only cared about in this damn world.
Hehe, I hear her voice again. Probably just this forest getting to me, or maybe all this running is just making me crazy.
Well whatever it is, I have to keep going. I might as well DIE before Kal could ever get his hands on me. I've been so paranoid about him that I would occasionally hear his voice in my head whispering my name.
"Lisa...Lisa....we found you Williams."
Lisa Williams? Oh yah that's my name. I can't believe a 13 year old already keeps forgetting simple shit like that. Hehe...like I said, this forest is getting to me.
Well for what is worth, my name is Lisa Williams and I am always running.
She....I.......
I was running through the thick branches, pushing the leaves out of my way with all my might. I had to get away. The wet, brown, ground made it easier for me to slip and let her red, chilling hands slip around my innocent, scarred body, not knowing where she would take me next. I was almost out of breath, but I had to keep running if I wanted to make it out of this forest alive. My red dress was getting torn to shreds, and my hands and feet had mud all over them. My long, bushy brown hair was getting hooked on every possible branch, making me push my hair in the back of my dress, just like I used to when I was forced to cook everyday for my loathsome 'parents'.
Returning back to the real world, I had to stop otherwise I would black out. I took a few seconds to catch my breath silently, and to look around to see if she was there behind me. I was looking up at the tall, old tree when I heard a twig snap behind me. Just like in the horror films. I turned and ran in the same direction, not daring to look back and see her wretched face fixed on my body. I sprinted and sprinted, but slowed down when I saw I was heading to nowhere but a ragged cliff. The unknown would me known if I continued to run and jump. I stopped two metres away from the cliff and looked down to see a valley so far down. If I jump..... I die. If I let her take me..... the unfair horribleness awaits me. I had no choice. I jumped.