Exhaustion was settling into my limbs in the form of trembling. I was so tired of running. I wanted to stop. My breath was coming from me so fast that I did not have time to inhale.
I was gasping, my chest convulsing painfully. I could hear the footsteps behind me. Why were they still after me? I couldn’t keep going. I had to give up.
There was that voice in the back of my head, but it was muted. It was my self-preservation, trying to keep me running, trying to keep me alive.
I had to stop.
The footsteps were getting closer.
“We’ve found her. We’ve found the demon.”
About the author
curbxstomp
South Carolina
I am a young writer trying to handle school and writing a novel at the same time. Not as easy as it sounds. College is going to be horrible….
Anyway, elaborating on me. I haven’t always lived in the south, but I love it now that I am here. I love music. I listen to it while I read, write, occasionally in the shower. Yeah. I don’t usually pull inspiration from it in the sense of lyrics and such. The inspiration usually comes from the music and how dark it is, or what part of my brain it hits.
I love writing, so I try to write at least two pages a day. Some days, depending on what’s going on in class, I am usually able to get in 8-10 pages. High school isn’t so bad.
Published on February 04, 2008.
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