I felt paralyzed towards my whole body. It
was like a lightning bolt, waiting to put me down at my weakest minute. I could
see his sharp, icy eyes piercing through me every time I looked directly at
him. It hurt. It felt like I was a pig on a medieval roasting spit. My whole
body was sweating. I could hear them converse to each other. There were perhaps
five of them or maybe more. Who knows? I couldn’t make out what they were
saying. It sounded too foreign for my ears and my brain to pick up and
recognize the language. I knew I had to get out of this sticky situation. I had too.
Too much thinking of planning to flee was hurting my brain. I had to continue thinking.
I could hear their conversation getting louder which meant that they coming
closer than I actually thought. Their naive laughs rang in my head like a
school bell, encouraging me to sort this situation out. Initially, I hesitated
the fury inside me. Too strong to purely ignore.
I look up; I can see the sky with floating blood drop clouds drifting by. I can
smell burnt bodies of the unfortunate victims that got caught before me by the
unknown figures. I can almost hear spirits of the dead bodies calling me to set
them free. The atmosphere felt so tense and so dramatic, I couldn’t bear this
feeling anymore. I was praying for freedom, I just wanted God to answer my
call, I wanted him to realize how important this was. That’s all I remember, but its strange how just a nightmare could ever seem so real…..