Branches snap beneath my feet as I run as hard as my body will let me, away from the very thing I fear most.
The black sky above me feels as though it’s crushing me, allowing very little light to show me the way. Like it, too, has teamed up with my greatest fear, and hopes to destroy me all the same.
Aside from the snapping branches, my racing heart is the only other sound I hear. Like it’s going to beat its way out of my chest, and explode like fresh bombs around me, as if they’re being dropped from the black sky above. Like the very thing that proves I’m still alive could just as simply end my life.
Winding past gnarled trees and over knotted roots, balance becomes something I no longer have, and something I desperately crave. With no light, my sight becomes useless, like sunglasses at night.
The black sky is taking out my senses.
Chilling me to the bone is this cold winter night. I cannot feel, or even comprehend, whether my body is working or not, like it should. And since there is no balance, I nearly know if up and down are where they’re supposed to be.
The ground slaps my face then, as if it, too, is against me. The dead leaves cover everything there is, as if trying to smother any sign of life. They cover me, too, as if they’re still trying to complete that task.
My limbs don’t listen to me as I try to get up. They lay, unmoving, as I will them to even twitch. I only receive stillness from them.
In the dead of this cold winter night, my racing heart begins to slow to a dull beat. It is now that I truly realize one small thing, as my greatest fear creeps up on me, taking my last breath:
I am doomed.