It was real. I knew it. They planned it ever so carefully. It seemed a dream. I wouldn't fall for it. I walked out of school - lost amongst my thoughts. I hadn't been seen. I hadn't seen them.

The sun had set. Night had appeared. And I had arrived home. Safe and sound. Why had I worried so much? I knew why. I just didn't want anyone to know. They were coming for me. I seemed the victim in everything.

I took a stroll down the alley, admiring the bright lights and signs. My bag was secure over my shoulder. I couldn't control where I was going. Why would I go out if I felt in danger? Nothing seemed right.

'Next time I will..," they said. Next time when? I kept my vision down at my leather boots. I couldn't control what would happen. What if I caused my own death? What was I thinking!? A gun cocked behind me. It was a coincidence. I ran. I ran from everything I ever known. I crossed the main road. And I ran. I had tumbled over something and jerked into consciousness.

It wasn't real. Just a dream.