by R Kola.

Created on: August 01, 2009

Opening the door, I see your face
Breathing deeply, you lunge
As I run into the kitchen, grabbing and stumbling in
I run out the back door, into the conservatory
The rain pattering on the roof
I hear your clunking footsteps
Clunk Clunk Clunk.
I run up the stairs, into the bedroom
Climbing under the sheets, I cower
As I hear your gun load
Tch Tch
I hear a shot, and awake screaming
It was all a dream
But i see muddy footprints on my floor
I look up and your there
It all goes black.

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