I’m running, running faster than I ever had before my lungs and legs screaming at me to stop or at least slow down, but I know that I can’t because if I do they will catch me more importantly he will catch me. I can’t let that happen I run to the small park in the center of our small town. I turn to look behind me but I run into something, more importantly someone, “Hello, beautiful” he says in his sticky sweet voice I slowly turn my head to meet his cold and soulless eyes. My name is Blair Bolton and this is my story.