I tried running, I really did.

The flames surrounding me, burning my possessions to ash.

I was blinded by smoke and fear.

My body felt frozen, like some invisible force was holding me down.

She stood there, her long black hair cascading down to the floor.

Her once white dress was drenched in a crimson liquid.

Blood.

Her soulless black eyes staring a hole into my light brown eyes.

She took a step.

Then another.

And another.

I wanted to run, but I couldn't, the invisible force holding me down, I couldn't even move my finger an inch.

She kept stepping forward.

A step per second.

Each second to me, felt like forever.

She was right in front of me.

The killer of my family.

But I couldn't do anything.

She stood before me, before a high-pitched scream escaped her throat.

I felt a warm liquid run down from my ears and to my neck, staining my white t-shirt.

Then, before I knew it, it was over.

I was dead.