My chest felt heavy, as if it was pushing me down.

Gravity was against me in my moment of peril, as I was chased deeper into the lightly frosted woods.

A light puff of smoke came from my mouth as I ran more and more; my legs beginning to shake.

A thick layer of cold sweat, dropped down my forehead and back.

I was only wearing a black ripped spaghetti strap, and my now ripped shorts; not bothering to hide my underwear and bra underneath them.

The crisp air nipped at my bare skin as I ran deeper and deeper; fresh tears streaming down my face.

I wasn't wearing any shoes, which allowed any early snow, glass, or sticks to get stuck inside my skin, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

-Don't make a sound... Don't make a single sound....-

I thought to myself in a panic.

I stopped running straight, and made a sharpest turn, hoping to throw him off my trail- but to no avail-

"Amethyst......" He called, his voice echoing all around me, confusing me to wondering where he actually was.

I knew he was following me, but I didn't even know who 'he' is.

I felt like I knew him...I felt like this is familiar. That.....it's happened before...

"No matter where you run or hide, you will never be able to escape your twisted fate........" I attempted to block out his echoing words, but I couldn't.

Nor couldn't I shake the feeling like this was actually real. Like this was happening. -almost being violated, -running for my life, and almost making it before I--

I paused as what I just thought, appeared in front of me.

Before I drowned.

A strong river pushed past in front of me, it was too long to jump over, and I couldn't see around it.

I heard his sadistic laugh around me, and I did something stupid; I jumped.

I didn't make it, and ended up falling into the chilled water of early winter. My body shook, as I felt my heat decreasing.

If I didn't get out now, I can possibly get hypothermia. I tried to swim to the other side, but the water was determined to keep me trapped within its freezing waves.

I heard his laugh behind me, causing me to look, but he wasn't there. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain from the back of my head; the breath was knocked out of me, and for a split second I couldn't think, breath, or move.

When my eyes adjusted, all I could see around me was red water- I was bleeding- and a rock, covered in the same red sticky substance.

I was sinking lower and lower, my body being tossed around less than it was at the top. I tried to swim, but it hurt to move.

My lungs screamed and burned for the crisp oxygen of outside, but it would not be given to them.

For it was impossible.

I felt the darkness attempting to pull me inside, but I wouldn't let it; as I heard a splash come above me.

I heard a soft, sadistic whisper in my ear.

"You can't escape your death.....and even if you did......" It paused for a moment to laugh. "I wouldn't kill you."

I stiffened; and to slightly warm arms encircled around me. I couldn't see who it was, the lack of air, was fuzzing my vision.

I did something stupid.

I breathed in water.

I began coughing and coughing. Doing whatever I could to stay alive; but the darkness was pulling me in faster than before, at a rate that I had no chance in keeping up with.

When the cold air hit my half naked skin, i began to cry.

The air was right there. All I needed to do was breath it in.

But I couldn't. I couldn't. I gave up coughing, I gave up living, and fighting for the memories I so desperately needed.

I had no idea if this was real or not. I had no idea or memory of falling asleep, or living up this far.

It felt so real, but was it?

I gave up trying to ask questions, and let myself sink into darkness, one sentence still fresh in my mind.

I was beaten, by Vacle. The man who's be trying to kill me and Jasper. The man who wants nothing more than us, but to follow his game. His game where everything goes his way.

But, that doesn't matter anymore. None of this matters.

Because I'm dead.

I screamed. What more could I do. I realized that I could breath; and used it to my advantage, breathing in as much as I could.

My eyes shot open and I was in the hospital room, still in my hospital gown; still ready to hear the continuous beaping of the machine.

My vision was blurry, and I was covered in sweat. The doors bursted open and doctors and nurses rushed in, checking on me to see if I was okay, asking me questions that I never answered.

Checking machines. All their commotion and worry was too loud for me to handle; so I simply fell back asleep.

I sighed; the second time I wake up, and I'm having a fucking nightmare. Great.