58|| run and breath

Adrenaline pumps through me like blood, mixing with it, running like an electric shiver through my veins.

My skin is sweaty, drenched in it, making my shirt stick against my body. The wintry cold air slaps my skin, breezing cool kisses. The heels of my shoes click against the concrete road as I advance further into the twinkling darkness, which is chased away by the flickering lights from the lampposts. Not a soul wanders to join me and the devil running behind me in this twisted game.

A sharp jolt of wind whips past me, fluttering my red strands. I want to throw a glance over my shoulder to know how far he is to reach me, grab me, and do whatever his warped mind thinks to do with me. However, glancing means getting delayed, and delay means getting caught.

But it's not the only reason for the goosebumps trailing on my skin. It was the unusually polished calmness with which he chased me. He wasn't running; no, he was walking towards me like a lone wolf approaching his prey. Slowly, with soft footsteps, lazily licking his lips, eyes glinting with delight. The chameleon bastard was enjoying chasing me, challenging me to run with all my might. Yet, whenever I thought I had evaded him, he was right behind me, as though breathing down my neck.