Run Gone Wrong
All I remembered were trees after branch after tree while running through the trail. The branches hit me as I ran through them, but I felt nothing. I kept running; every few steps, I tried to take a breath. When I was lucky enough for a breath all I could smell was curry, not even the smell of leaves or soil. What was I running from? I had been running for a while now, and my side aches—but, I continued to run. I couldn’t hear anyone or anything running behind me. I began to slow down. I looked behind and there was nothing there—still running. I couldn’t remember if I was running from something/someone, but I continued to run. How long have I been running? Where are my friends? Why does it smell like mom’s curry? And, what was happening? I continued to jog around.
I was lost. I didn’t know my way out of this trail. I couldn’t hear my friends. It smelled like curry. And all I saw were flipping trees. Then, I saw something. I turned to see a figure dressed in all black, and it began to run towards me. Was this who I was running from before? I immediately began to start running in the opposite direction. I could hear the individual running after me, and every step they took. I yelled, “What do you want?!” There was no answer from the individual. I kept running choose to not look back. I could judge how far the individual was from me by listening to the steps they took. At the pace I was running, I was safe. I was thirsty, and my mouth was dry. All I could think of was getting away, and I continued to run as fast as I could.
I was being chased by the individual for about five minutes now, but I kept running. I saw a relatively steep hill and ran towards it. I began running up the hill, and the individual followed me up. I have always been good at running up steep hills; because back in high school for sports, my team would always have to run hills together. However, I was the weak link. Nevertheless, now I felt stronger than the individual chasing me. I looked back and saw the individual slowing down. I could hear them breathing heavily.
This was my chance to lose them. Once I finish this hill, I can run and hide somewhere else. They wouldn’t be able to catch me.
Almost to the top of the hill.
The treadmill reclines.
I turn of the treadmill and the TV on it. My legs were jello-y as I went upstairs. My mom just made curry. It smelled great and full of spices! What else is better than food after a run?