Why me

The beinging

As I ran through the woods, in my bright running clothes. I stopped and fell onto my stomach, throwing mud unto me so I could blend in. I didn't hear anything, that was the strange part I didn't hear anything at all. I soon got up and ran harder than I had ever in my life. Hoping that "he" couldn't hear or see me. "He" was a trained tracker and hunter, military I'm sure. Capable of hunting anything and anyone. I soon stopped near a large oak tree catching my breath. I soon heard a snap of a whip, and I fell to the ground. My back stinging like fire, I tried to scramble upward but he caught me by the back of my shirt and put a cloth over my mouth and nose. I tried not to breathe in but I couldn't make myself stop. I inhale sharply the noxious gas making me sleepy, "he" threw me onto his shoulder, and I soon fell out of consciousness.

As I drifted into a deeper state of confusion, my memories started popping up of the night in question, the night "he" found me. It was a cool fall evening, the moon was out giving a beautiful glow to the golden and red leaves. Leaving rays of red and gold, strewn all over the place. I was on my way home from my job. Me, still wearing my khakis and my red polo with running shoes. I was walking through a park that backed up to a national forest. Yet I can't seem to recall the name. I walked holding my keys between my fingers trying to look tough to scare off any potential "suitors." I heard a twig snap and I briskly turned around seeing no one I turned and walked home. Little did I know "he" was watching. "He" was always watching.

Then there was a flash of light and my next memory emerged. I was at home and I was sleeping. I woke up for some reason, I didn't know why at the time and decided to go pee. As I headed for the bathroom I noticed a large black mass. I stared at it for awhile then, I decided to walk to the bathroom. When I got back I realized that there was a gigantic black mass missing from where I was it earlier. At the time I was too tired and my brain didn't process it at the time. And when I woke up I realized something was not right. Like someone was there that I didn't trust and that I didn't know. Like my room was tainted somehow, it was dirty. That was amplified when I realized my door was unlocked.

Boom! Another boom, another, and another one, after another on and on for awhile. He was at my mom's birthday party, lurking in the back booth corner. Shrouded in darkness then the next emerged for the ashes my Christmas past. I was putting up some Halloween decorations and I looked out from in front of my large window. Staring at the night sky and all its twinkly stars. It was the day before St. Hallow's Eve and I was admiring my neighbor's yard and his decorations. When I noticed "Him."

With only the bud of a cherry on a dulling cigarette, I noticed "Him," "He" was a large bulky man I thought was my father with bulging muscles the size of cantaloupes. The skin tan as a gram cracker. "He" had a crew cut, uncommon for this part of town. Not many people liked the idea of army rangers prowling around. Old folks too afraid they're gonna get drafted again I guess.

Once around the last of the memories raised themselves from the dead, I started to feel myself waking up again. Very slowly though all I remember was being dropped onto the cold, cold cement floor. I knew "He" was angry, I just knew it. When I was on the floor in pain, I got a swift kick from a heavy steel-toed boot. I doubled over in pain crying out hoping Kammie and Ryleigh were still alive.