Quickening pulse.
Running.
Where is he?
What has he done?
Where is he leading me?
What will he do?
No where left to go.
A dead end.
A brick wall.
Tear filled eyes staring off into a distance.
He's here.
He's with me.
He's killing me.
He's here.
He's gone.
Was there ever anyone?
The alley is dark.
It's empty.
Why was I so scared.
A footstep behind me.
Time to run again.
