By Liliana Parise

I’m out of breath, is it still chasing me? I can’t get the image of that thing out of my head. What was it? I don’t know, and I don’t want to know. I just want to be safe, and the worst part is I know there’s people near me. They can help! But they won’t, I don’t know why. I freeze with fear when I see it close. Banging on the windows. I cry at the top of my lungs “Let me in! LET ME IN!!” It’s hopeless; it’s like I’m invisible. There’s hundreds of buildings, thousands of people. But I’m trapped out here, I’m on the outside. I’m alone…. In a way. I start to run, knowing there’s no escape. I just want to live. I just want to be saved. I feel it’s blood-filled eyes starring at me, laughing. I know it can catch me; it’s just making me suffer; it’s playing games. But I don’t want to. So I stop, I turn around. It looks confused, then smiles and comes close. The people look too. They’re confused, but they don’t care. It’s mocking me now, waiting for me to move. I know if I do, it will get me. So I’m stuck here staring at my worst nightmare until I die.