Adrenaline

I hear my feet pounding at the ground, almost as if there’s someone else behind me. I don’t think about what I’m doing, I just run. I’m panting, my heart thumping against my lungs.

I don’t know how I got like this, I just am. I am running for things that matter to me. I am panting because of the feeling when I stop. I want to stop, but something inside me says I’m not allowed.

I see a wall in front of me. A thought of panic flashed through my pounding head before disappearing. A powerful force takes over and I see a way around it. I quickly do some calculations. Before I know it, I’m airborne.

I wind up clawing at the wall, trying to get over it. The force takes over again, and I’m on the other side, light blinding my sweaty face.

I wish I could stop running, but I know something bad will happen if I don’t. So I keep running, trying not to think about anything other than the complete fear that engulfs me.

Oh, how I wish I could slow down, gulp water down my throat, feel comfort wash over me. I can’t. I keep running.

I can’t do it anymore. My chest feels like it’s going to rip open any second. I can’t feel my feet. I don’t want to stop, but I do. And I succumb to darkness.