Shaneza Ramnarine

Continuous Panic

My heart is racing as I’m running for my life. I feel the sweat trickling down my back as I make my way up the stairs. I quickly run into my bedroom, and lock the door behind me. I make my way over to the closet, but trip on the rug, landing hard on the floor. I look up in terror and realize that I’m not alone. As I sit up slowly, a rope wraps around my neck. I realize that this may be my last chance to find that book. I struggle to break free of the rope, but to no avail, I cannot fight my attacker. Darkness washes over me as I realize this is the last time I will see the sunlight shining through my window.