Do you ever feel like you are trapped in your mind, as it led you from one memory to another, that you can't remember in waking hour but feels like your own nightmare in making. This is what I feel as I am chased in a forest. There is no light passing through its thick leaves and the ground is littered with dead leaves and small rocks that dug into my feet, but  I didn't feel the pain as adrenaline rushed through my body as I hear footsteps nearing closer per second, and I know deep down that whoever that is if he catches me either kills me or if he spare me but makes sure that I wish for the death for the rest of my miserable life. As I ran through the forest branches whipping my face and arms I pray to whoever that will listen to help me save my life, but it does not happen as hand grabs my arm and halts me to a screeching stop. My heart pounds in my ears as I stare into chilling blue eyes of my killer as it withdraw his sword to spear me through my heart and ends my life than and there. I woke up to the sound of someone screaming but shock myself into knowing that bloodcurdling scream came from me. This is the worst part as I grasp desperately to my dream but couldn't in all world remember it, only tid bits of it remains with me. I shake myself into reality as sun rises through my window and throw light into my room...." Victoria" my uncle calls my name from below " are you all right" he ask me as he always does whenever I wakes from one of my nightmares. " I am alright, uncle just a dream" I replied back. " Well I am going to Market would you like to come" he ask me to take my mind from fear that still courses through me. I take him on his offer and start getting ready for the long walk to village market from our home. Hi I am Victoria, but all my friends and who ever knows calls me tori. Except from my uncle, he always calls me through my full name, which he knows that it vexes me all the time. But I don't get mad at him I love him too much. He is my only family as he saves me when I am on street with no memory from where I came from, who my parents are, all forgotten but for my name as it clang through the empty void that my brain is, where my past should be, but only is a black void from which those nightmare comes as is the feeling of fear that I am living on a borrowed time and something bad is coming my way weather I runs from it or hide, it's only a matter of time when it gets me in its evil clutches.

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