By Georgia

Don’t look back , I told myself. Just don’t look back. My breathing was becoming faster and raspier the further I ran through the wild, overgrown trees. The footsteps were gaining on me, I could hear their shallow breathing no matter how fast I ran. You’re going to escape I told myself, they aren’t going to get you. I could hear cars roaring past in the distance, a sign that I was so close to escaping...I was powered by my adrenalin, running swiftly when suddenly I slipped and fell. I looked up to see a large figure towering over me...