"Run!" The voice screams.

That's what I do. I run. My lungs are burning. My legs feel like they're going to collapse in any minute.

What am I running from?

I turn my head to look. Making sure not to stop running. I see a person in all black. They're face shrouded in a black veil, making it unrecognizable. It had an hourglass figure of a woman.

Who is that?

I turn my head back facing front again. I look around my surroundings. Black everywhere except for the smooth, orangish-brown colored sidewalk we're running on. Although it's mostly black it's pretty bright. I also spot something in the distance. It's too small to see. All I can see is a small white square with something red on it. I turn my head around again to find that the figure wasn't there. I slow down to a stop, still looking behind me. I completely turn my body around and look. When I don't find it I face forward. I immediately freeze. The figure was a foot away from me.

I sat up real fast. I was sweaty. My hands were balled up in fists. My heart beat was rapid and I was trying to catch my breath. I smooth down my hair. It was the second time I had that dream except the first time that strange figure wasn't in it.

What does it mean?

I grab my phone to distract myself from the dream. I saw that Mitch had texted me and I opened the message.

M-Scott and I left to run some errands we will be back around 11. Call if you need anything. ❤️

I look at the time on my phone. It was 9:50. Mitch sent the message at 9:00. I ponder about how to waste a couple of hours until they come back. I decide whether to stay or go outside. I decide to go and run. I want to clear my head. I go downstairs to find something to eat. I grab an apple and head outside to the backyard. It's already hot and humid. I sit on the edge of the pool and let my feet and legs dangle in the water.

I finish my apple and go back upstairs to get changed. I get tight capris yoga pants, an excersizing tank top, and ankle high socks. I grab my black Nikes and slip them on. I tie them tight and go back downstairs. I take my meds then I search for a piece of paper and a pen. When I have found both items, I write a note.

Went for a run. I have my phone on me. Don't know when I'll be back. I won't be out long. -Rachel

I leave the note on the kitchen island and head to the front door. I stretch my legs and feet out before I open the door and step out. I make sure the door is locked and when I'm sure of it, I slowly jog down the driveway and out on the street.

I have no idea where I want to go so I just run. Every now and then I speed up a little bit. I didn't know it yet but I was heading towards my neighborhood. I ran through the busy streets and stop at a corner. This is where I ran to after I found out. This is where Scott and Mitch found me. I stood there just staring at it. This is where my life changed. My thoughts were interrupted by someone bumping into me.

"Hey watch it!" The stranger said.

I scoff. He was the one that was moving. I was just standing there. I start running again. I slow down when I see the the guy who yelled at me. I make sure to glare at him before going faster.

I still don't know where I want to go. I let my legs carry me to where they want to go. I reach a neighborhood. I slow down and get on the sidewalk to rest. I catch my breath and when I look up I notice something. The sidewalk. It looks exactly like the one in my dream. A mix of orange and brown and it was smooth. It can't be the same one. There's millions of sidewalks that look the same. I get up and walk on the sidewalk. I look down at it as I walk. I stop when the sidewalk ends. I look up. That's when I notice something. My house.

I felt my whole body shake. I felt sick to my stomach. A part of me wanted to go inside. The other part wanted to run. I was paralyzed. Frozen. I heard a small bang from the house. My body instantly goes behind a bush and I squat down. I look and see that my mom. No not mom.

She walks out with her purse in hand and gets into the car. She backs out of the driveway and down the road. I sit on the ground and breath. That whole time I held my breath. I was scared she was going to hear me.

That was way too close. I decide that it would be a good idea to head home. I stand up and I hear a car coming closer. I think nothing of it and keep walking on the sidewalk.

"Rachel!"

That's my moms voice!

I start jogging a little. Trying to make it seem that I'm not who she thinks I am.

"Rachel!"

I hear it again but it's closer. She driving towards me. I speed up a little.

"Rachel!"

It so close. I made the mistake of looking in her direction. I start running instead of jogging.

"Rachel come back! I know that's you! You little son of a bitch!"

I sprint I could hear the car closeing the space in between us. I panick I don't know what to do. I just keep running.

"Stop running!"

I look around I see a low wire fence in the distance that I could possibly hop over. The car is right behind me now. I reach the fence. I come to a sharp stop and grab the fence and hop over. My foot gets stuck in the fence and I fall. I hear brakes screech to a stop.

"You son of a bitch!" GET BACK HERE!"

I don't look I just get up and run again. I hop over another fence and another fence. I stop. I look back. I don't see her anywhere. When I'm sure I'm safe, I climb back over the fences. I examine my body and notice a big scratch on my ankle. It was probably from the fence. I look at my arm and see a bruise already forming where I landed when I fell from the fence.

I start back home. Not thinking. Just walking. So much for clearing my mind.

I walk through the streets that are still so busy. Not caring if people were bumping into me. Still in shock of what happened. I looked at my phone. I was gone for a little over three hours. It hasn't felt that long.

I reach the house. The Toyota was there that means they were home. Before I walk in I shake my self. I have to act normal. I don't want to tell them what happened. I don't know how they'll react.

I walk in to see something I wasn't expecting at all.

Something I didn't know how I would react to.