running. breath in shallow gasps. frantic glances over my shoulder. fear pounding with every beat of my heart. blood rushing in my ears, thunderous. i can hear everything, every movement. darkness looms and i’m lost. hands out-stretched, searching for…anything…a clue, a light, an inkling of an idea. nothing comes.
can’t see. stumbling. they’re catching up. must go. must run. must hide. fuck where the hell am i going?! where…damn…fuck…i need a place to hide!!
they’re gaining. faster. running. scent of fear pungent in the air. sweat beading. droplets fall. shirt soaked. coppery taste. is that blood? doesn’t matter. must keep running. no time left. gotta run. gotta…oh god, they’re here.
i sat up. panting. cold sweat soaked through my shirt. frantic screams caught in my throat. gripping my comforter, which surprisingly is offering no comfort. taste of blood still fresh from the droplets not yet dried on my lips. eyes darting around the darkness illuminated only with what light came through the drawn shades. i’m in my room. in the house of the chromosome doners. this hasn’t been home in a while. home…well, home is a bit far away at the moment. and it’s where my heart is. gingerly i lay myself back down onto the bed, knowing sleep will elude me now. and i thought of the future…the possibilities…the laughter and heartache ahead.
fuck i hate nightmares.