Running

Running, running away. Running from a fate unknown. The fear growing further as  I go. With each stride my heart pounds louder and louder every foot fall being drowned out by the beat. With everything around me a blur I dare not look back. It seems like hours even days, but I must continue onwards if I want to live.  I stop nearly collapsing just to catch my breath. As I look around me I see to my dismay that nothing has changed. I know these woods by heart, I should have made it out by now the exit was nearly at my fingertips. I must get out before it finds me, before it gets me. As I continue forward each step brings me two strides back. The exit just always out of reach. It's toying with me, like a cat with a mouse. Perhaps I already dead and this is my punishment, but I can't take that chance until I know for sure. I don't dare turn back and lose the progress I have achieved or lack of. This is a battle I can not win, it is just mocking me. Making my last moments of life with all hope taken away. I want to give up but my body doesn't want me choose this fate, but I just want it to be over for the torture to stop. "Just come and get me why don't you?" I ask in a desperate breath.  I stop for the last time at the sound of rustling. I except my death arms open as it had intend, with my will broken I stand there as it creeps forward waiting for my end. "Just finish it already!"I shout,"just let it be over." Why, just why can't it be over, haven't I suffered enough? Just give me my an escape from this nightmare.