Fear

You run. It's raining. It's quiet, too quiet. The rain pours, but you only hear a trickle, feel a trickle. The trickle is enough...enough to drain you of strength as the moments silently tick by. You run more, but the doubt continues to foster. Where is she? When will this finish? How will this finish?

You feel it's coming to an end. The climax is here. You pause, not in your motion, but in your mind. The pause is enough for her, enough to seal the deal. You're going to give up, there's no choice. You'll continue to run, sure, but you've given up and you know it and all you can do is fearfully and tearfully await the end.

Why can't I see her, you blubber away, knowing it will make no difference now. You run, you find the door, the door that's kept you going for long but not long enough. You go in, you run, and you stop. This is it, you are told. The moment of zen? No, the moment of ultimate fear - the moment of hopelessness. You've stopped, you turn around and you wait. The rain is now inaudible.

What is this wait? Why this pause? Why are you tormenting me! And then, just like that, she comes. The room becomes dark, and through your tearful eyes you look to see your fate. Her twisted face, the face you hate but had to look at, haunts you more than ever before. She stares into your eyes and the deed is done. In that one moment everything has finished; she has ruined everything that is you. You look down in despair, and you can feel it, and your horror is multiplied. You touch your face, and it will never be the same.

And then you wake up.