The same awful dream. Year after year, year after year. I can feel my sanity slipping through my fingers. An endless maze of streets: darkness, lonely lampposts, fences, playgrounds... It's all painfully familiar. All of it and this endless, suffocating fear. The fear of something that's getting closer by the minute. My lungs burn with fire. My movements slow down as if my limbs were submerged in water. I... I can't do this anymore.

I give up, fall to the pavement. It's painful. It's cold. It's scary. I'm so scared. But your footsteps only grow closer and closer. I close my eyes, feeling tears of despair, as all I can do is to pray for this nightmare to end.