nightmare

Gunshots fill her ears…Masked faces looking for her…While she’s looking for her friend…She finds a safe corner to hide…Footsteps resound in the corridors…Getting louder with each thud…She holds her breath …Cowering deeper into the corner…Wishing she could breathe free again…The foot steps pass her by…Slowly fading away…She heaves a sigh of relief…Almost instantly a hand grabs her neck…It’s him, one of the masked faces…She can see nothing but his eyes…Bloodshot and cold…They pierce into her terrified gaze
His gun reaches her temples…She squeezes her eyes shut waiting to hear her final gunshot…instead he drags down to the basement…close to the exit…she opens her eyes…his bloodshot glare almost cutting through the fear in her eyes…his eyes become soft…he releases his grip on her hand…he continues glaring at her…by now her heart has reached up her mouth…she cringes at the thought of his touch…why can’t he just blow her brains…she’d prefer that rather than imagine what’s coming her way…he draws her closer almost squeezing her lungs…and then lets her go and slowly begins to back off…she’s free or not, she can’t seem to understand…’go’, he howls back at her…’and don’t look back. Now go.’
She wakes up drenched in sweat and she can’t understand why. It looks as if she was running…was she???