I run. I run as fast as can. Peter told me too and I know I should listen. I feel like somebody is following me. The noise is as soft as a mouse all though I feel like a big beastly beast is trudging behind me, ready to rip me into millions of pieces. I don't know where I'm going but I keep moving I have to keep moving. My legs are aching, heart is pounding. I trip. I see. He's standing there ready to beat the last breath out of me.......
CREATING SUSPENSE