• It was the dead of night when I left my home. It was a cool night and there was a light mist hovering over the ground. I was walking around my neighborhood when a slight breeze picked up and a much denser fog rolled through. I couldn’t see anything pass the tip of my nose and it had risen to be a tall wall surrounding me. It was noticitably colder and i shivered in my light jacket. I staggered as I blindly felt my way around my street. There was the sound of a stick being stepped on and broken. It seemed to come from behind me so I whirled around, my eyes painfully straining from trying make something, anything out through the fog; to the thing that made the noise. I saw nothing but fog. I heard nothing, even the breeze that was here a minute ago. My heart rate began to speed up. My heart felt like the was trying to escape through my chest. I had to keep moving. I let out a small yelp as I stepped on something that made me stumble and fall. I grunted as i landed on my hands, catching myself so i didn't hit my head. I sat up and grunted as i brushed my hands off. I tried looking for the object that tripped me. I looked where my feet were when i fell and my hand found something rough. I pulled it to my face and saw that it was a good size stick. It looked sturdy and decieded that it would be handy to have. I used it to stand back up and hissed when my injured hands moved over the rough surface. When I finally was on my feet again I heard the noise again, It rang in my ears, it seemed louder; closer. I spun around searching; my heart was racing again and there was bile in the back of my throat. I feared that who ever was following me could hear it as well. I turned to run, holding the stick tightly to my chest. I held it so tight it cut into my hand even more and it was finally bleeding. The pain made the fear grow and the bile rise. I started to run. I was running as fast as i could, breathing hard and fast. It seemed that the faster I ran the faster my heart beat. It got to where I was i thought it would explode from my chest. I ran until I heard nothing but the sound of my ragged breath and felt the fear slowly recede. I slowed to a stop and I haunch over trying to will my heart and breathing to slow down. When I finally could I raised myself up I held my stick between and looked at my hands. I hissed when I saw how much damaged thay had taken; there was scrapes and a long deep gash, cutting across my palm. It was bleeding profusely so I pulled out some tissues from my pocket and held them tight between my hands until i was certain the bleeding had slowed down. While I was waiting I looked down and saw my bloody hand print on the stick and I looked past that and at the ground and saw a small trail of blood ending at a small pool. I feel the bile rising again and my heart beings to beat faster. I heard another stick breaking and I jumped. I dropped the stick and grasped my hands to my chest, letting a small hiss escape my lips. I started to feel light headed and I released the breath I didn't know I was holding. I then remembered about the stick. I looked for it; I stumbled and ended kicking it away, I was rendered defenseless. I inhaled deeply and started to walk backwards, just in case the thing that was following me was behind me. I felt something slither around my waist and I stopped; frozen with fear. My eyes went wide and my body stiff. I opened my mouth to scream and as I started to scream I was abruptly cut off when another thing slithered over my mouth. Suddenly I felt something cool against my neck. A deep male voice whispered “Don’t move, if you wanna live.” The voice sounded sweet and mesmerizing and I immediately felt an overwhelming calm go through me. I wanted it to say more, I willed it to but, it didn’t. I thought about the voice, he sounded young. I had a rush of thoughts flood my mind about his appearence. This is when I should have realized something was wrong. In the next instant there my body jerked back and there was a soft crack of bone.
    This is how i died.