{WC: 264} {Created for Tropetember event: Plagued by Nightmares}
I ran as hard as I could. Twigs cracked underneath my feet as I went. Some still attached to trees, hit my arms and legs, yet somehow made no scratches. My breaths were short and heavy. Behind me voices followed, chanting in unison. I could not decipher what exactly they were saying, but somehow I knew I needed to get away from them.
I ran and ran through the dense forrest towards the clearing. There they would not be able to follow.
I saw the brighter light ahead of me. I jumped and launched myself toward it. Somehow, I landed gracefully on my feet. I looked around and saw that I wasn’t alone this time. Thomas, a good friend of mine, stood there, but he was way bigger than normal, reaching far above the treetops. I craned my head back to look at his face.
“You cannot run,” he said, his voice much deeper than normal. “You have to face it.”
Apparently the voices were still nearby, for they started chanting ‘you cannot run’. White puffs of smoke started entering the clearing.
No, the voices can’t come here!
Yet they came. They came from all sides, surrounded me. Their words thumping in my head. My ears were hurting. I pressed my hands against them. Please, make it stop. I made myself as small as I could. The voices still coming closer and closer, until...
I jerked up in bed, completely drenched in sweat. I calmed my breathing. Just another one of those nightmares. I frowned. The voices had not come into the clearing before…