On The Run

Date: 3/16/2018

The beginning is hazy but I was with a group of friends in New York (or at least it felt like it) walking through the streets. It was me , my sister, Megan and others that I can't remember but I know there was six of us. We were all sitting down on a large, flat, concrete cylinder. All of a sudden we spot these people coming after us and it's like I knew they were bad and why but I just couldn't think of it. My flock ran down an alley and as they ran I grabbed my phone and ran in behind them. As soon as they saw me turn the corner and knew I was safe we all ran through a gate door and into someone's backyard. It started to pour rain and we kept running. There was a massive fence that we had to clear in order to get away from our pursuers. I'm 6ft tall and this thing towered over me. The others got up and over pretty easily so I ran and jumped but I didn't jump high enough. For some reason I felt so ..weak. It's like my muscles were already tired without me doing anything. Megan sat attop the fence with a worried look and yelled my name. I ran again and jumped, and this time I made it. My fingers barely holding on, I pulled myself up with all I had. I could see the others and Megan had jumped down and they were all yelling my name. I looked down below and the people who were chasing us were right below me. One woman was jumping and trying to grab me yelling "You can't do this to me!!" I pulled myself up and over the fence and then my image zoomed out and transitioned to a screen where a girl was watching our every move and had just seen us running. She looked angry almost. All she did was look down and repeat the work "weak" over and over.