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      I am running but my legs cannot move fast enough. I'm sprinting, yet I may not reach my destination.

      My leg is bleeding as I run, the blood leaving a trail of crimson every animal in the wood can smell from miles off. It slows me down until I collapse in pain during my brief escape. I hear footsteps approaching.

      "Oh God." I say. A man approaches me with his bloody knife in hand, dripping down all over his white coat, creating a stark contrast.

      "Please no." I beg. He brings the knife over my head and brings it down, smashing it into my skull.

      And everything is black.

Author's Note

Criticism is appreciated!