I was running as fast as I could. I felt nothing, but adrenaline was taking over every inch of my body.
My view was progressively blurring, making me fall over my knees again and again, but there was no time for accidents —I had to focus on getting up and keep running. I was in serious danger. He was chasing me and I’m pretty sure he could catch me whenever he wanted to, although I was doing my best to try and throw him off.
He was yelling at me but that didn’t matter —I had to escape. He was furious, he just wanted to kill me as soon as possible.
My blood ran cold. There was no way out, I had to act or I would stay in that horrible, eerie place forever.
I rushed to the nearest window I could find and opened it. The wind was in my favor and it assisted by pushing the tree crown of that overgrown large tree in the backyard, helping me to reach one of its branches. I pulled it off with a quick movement.
Just right afterwards, a voice I’d never heard before echoed in my mind. It told me that something wicked was about to come this way. I was paralyzed, trying to make out those words, but I got interrupted by the noise of those recognizable footsteps. I took a deep breath and turned around quickly.
—Don’t move or I’ll stab your neck —I said.
—Calm down —he answered me—, just let me see you.
I didn’t even think about it. When I saw him walking towards me, I thrust the branch at him, straight to his jugular, with the biggest strength I had done in my entire life.
But something was wrong. He wouldn’t bleed, he kept a stiff upper lip. He just smiled at me, then everything turned into ashes, leaving me trapped in an endless fall while I kept a tight hold onto that thick stick I had got from the centennial tree. I had no choice - I stabbed my own heart with the branch, but then I realised. It wasn’t a branch, it was a syringe.
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