Obscure (Harry Styles)

The footsteps behind me were getting louder. My heart pounded within my chest, my breathing becoming erratic as I quickened my pace.

I had reached the end of the side walk, and to my left there was a forest. I dared to look behind myself. My heart stopped at the sight

Nobody was there.

And that was when I made the decision to run. I ran into the foggy woods, my heels digging into the damp, post-rain soil. Then I heard it again. The footsteps.
They were running this time.

I choked down a cry as my shoe came in contact with a tree root. I easily lost my balance, and, to my horror, I fell.

In a frenzy, I scrambled upwards and was about to run again, until someone yanked me backwards by my hair.

I was about to scream, until a large, clammy hand clamped over my mouth. I gulped, my eyes wide with fear.

“I’ve got you now, baby.”