My hands skimmed the rusted railing. My eyes peered down at the river. My thoughts ran wild.

"Tyler!" 

I bolted.

I ran as fast as I could—as far as I could.

"Tyler! Stop running." 

At this point; The voice was unfamiliar. 

The pitter-patter of shoes behind me became closer until a pair of arms threw themselves around me; pulling me to a stop. I swung myself around; smacking the person across the face as hard as I could with the weakness I had. I smacked my own hand over my mouth once I realized who grabbed me.

Yellow hair.