Breathless—Aron M.

Run.
It's coming.
That little voice inside my head was screaming at me.
RUN!
I started running, where to, I'm not sure. I just knew I had to run.
My feet gently pattered against the smooth, cold, ground. I was going faster and faster, letting the wind cool my hot face. The concrete was slightly stinging the bottoms my feet but I knew I couldn't stop. I was getting tired and slowly out of breath. The air around me was getting thicker and thicker. My windpipe was tightening up and I was slowly but surely suffocating.
Breathe.
Just breathe.
Slow down and take deep breaths,
But I couldn't stop.
The voice inside my head kept yelling at me to RUN!
My heart is palpating, beads of sweat were forming at my temples.
I was in the middle of a road, it was dark.
I was running.
Behind me I could hear loud thuds, like footsteps that belong to a huge creature.
A small growl erupted behind me.
RUN!
Faster I ran, faster, faster, FASTER!
I can't breathe.
I CAN'T BREATHE!
I collapsed on the floor, trying so desperately to catch my breath.
It's coming.
It's coming.
Just as it was about to grab me,
My eyes shot open.
I was panting and wheezing heavily, my hand rested on my chest.
I was completely breathless and gasping for air.
My shirt was damp with sweat.
It was just a nightmare, I'm safe.
Just as I had finally retrieved my breath, I heard it.
The heavy thuds of giant footsteps.
Run.
It's coming.
I was exhausted, but I got up relentlessly.
Breathless, I started to sprint across the smooth, hard, concrete.
I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I had to keep running.
Run.
It's coming.