## 1096

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I look behind me, my heart begins to race faster. The dark of night drapes over me, suffocating me like a trash bag wrapped around this whole place, but maybe that's exactly where it belongs. 

My pace is so fast I’m almost jogging at this point but I can’t let them see my fear. I look behind me, my mind is moving so fast I can’t even find my way out. I start to panic. They’re after me. 

I look behind me, nothing. They told me they’re coming, I need to get out of here, I need to get home. Suddenly, I see a figure dressed in all black approaching from the other side. I make a wrong turn to avoid it and I begin to run, to hell with who sees. 

Dread washes over me, my breathing is tense and rapid, my hands heavy and drenched in sweat. I don't know where I am. I stop for a moment to catch my bearings and hopefully to find my way back, avoiding danger. But I can’t risk going back, what if they see me. 

I look behind me. My head spins as I gaze around, confused, lost, petrified. Suddenly, a Cathedral stands before me. I am drawn to it, something lies inside, perhaps the answer. What appears to be hope for a second quickly turns into terror once I stare at the cross that sits above as I begin to see double, triple, as if I was staring through 3-D glasses. But the colors begin to shift and change and I quickly find myself turning away. Objects breathe, perspectives shift, I don't feel a part of myself. I move but I do not control my actions. Sounds intensify, they distract and disturb, the noise of chatter and laughter and chanting permeate through the heavy steel doors of the church and I know I am mocked by God. 

I turn and quickly make my way back to the original path. I carefully check the corner. 

I look behind me- something is there. My heart drops, the impending sense of doom grows stronger as I realize there isn’t just one of them, but two. I turn the corner and run as fast as I can. I wonder if I can outrun them but my thinking is cut short as a vehicle rapidly approaches from behind. This is it, this is who they’ve been telling me about. 

I freeze. The vehicle races past me and makes a sharp turn onto the street in front of me. They won't get the chance, I won’t let them. 

I reach into my pocket and grab the switchblade that lies there. I press it to my throat. I hear the door next to me open and I quickly draw it across my jugular as all my pain pours from the wound and the vehicle continues moving. I hear a scream. I drop to my knees and begin to feel cold. While I can I turn to the screaming figure at the door. My body hits the pavement, I feel the life draining from my corpse quickly. I see my mother, she is terrified, crying, screaming, throwing her hands to her face in shock. She drops to her knees as well. My eyes are drawn to a number on the wall, 1096. 

My vision fades as I realize where I am, 1096 119th street. 

Home.## TLDR Summary:

 I look behind me, my mind is moving so fast I can’t even find my way out. I hear the door next to me open and I quickly draw it across my jugular as all my pain pours from the wound and the vehicle continues moving. I turn and quickly make my way back to the original path. But the colors begin to shift and change and I quickly find myself turning away. I make a wrong turn to avoid it and I begin to run, to hell with who sees. I look behind me, my heart begins to race faster. I stop for a moment to catch my bearings and hopefully to find my way back, avoiding danger.
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