Escaping Reality

I picked myself up off the ground faster than I should’ve, but I had to get out of there. It was only a matter of time before it stormed down here after me. It was relentless. Chasing me nonstop with crimson eyes.  So as the blood ran from my forehead and I could hear it’s footsteps charging down the stairs, I made a run for it. My left calved burned and my right arm was surely broken from the fall, but I had to make it. I had to live.

~Surely if my imagination can escape my psychotic reality, so can I~

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