• Running through the trees branches and leaves snapped, crushing under the force of my feet. I didn't know where I was going, but it sure was cold. Shivering, my arms felt all prickly. Wind blew in my face, making it hard to see as hair flew into my face. The caliginous night brought even more tingles to my body like an electric shock.
    I recognized that a white dress was wrapped around me that went all of the way down to my ankles.
    Why am I wearing a white dress in the middle of the woods with no shoes? Honestly, how is this reasonable? It's not like I just watched an 80's bad horror flick right before I went to sleep.
    On top of that, it was dark. The moon's light was guiding me and giving me light to see what was in my path, yet still to my side I was blind.
    The woods looked dark in a sense that I did not enjoy. The roots of the trees were up ground, looking like skeleton hands that were going to grab for me any moment. I gulped in air, hoping that my pondering mind seeking the paranoia part of my brain would end. I also hoped that my dream was not going to go against my wishes by becoming a nightmare.
    Feeling anxious, and worried, a knot formed in my stomach. As like the rest of the stuff that was happening, I had no idea what was going on and why I was running in a white dress, in the woods, where everything was pitch black.
    ******** this. This is overly stupid.
    Stopping dead in my tracks my eyes scanned warily around the place. I started to go to the right of me, running, trying to find a way out. The dress kept making my feet trip, my balance off.
    "For God's sake."
    Bending down, a big chuck was ripped off in the front. I threw the useless piece of fabric into the bushes and went on running to no where.
    The wind started to pick up ahead of me and my hair was blowing behind, no strands on my shoulders. I squinted to see and not have dirt blowing into them. The moon was still bright, showing me the way on which to go to. I looked up, thinking to myself what the hell was going on. I kept on going, running nowhere and no place.
    The wind blew a bit harder once I looked back from the moon above me, feeling a bit warily as I went deeper into the woods.
    Why didn't I go back? Why am I still going? Wake up, God damn it!
    I kept on going, as if someone else was controlling my feet, wanting me to go forward. The wind shouted and thrashed every which way, making the trees swish back and forth, blowing the branches into me.
    A thick twig hit the side of my face. It stung as I gasped. I was caught by surprise and stopped. Putting my hand up to my cheek where the branch hit it I felt a long scratch along my face. Looking at my hand there was a gust of blood on my palm.
    "s**t." I mumbled to myself.
    I kept my palm up to my face and, of course, kept running.
    My feet started to hurt. Small stones were flowing into the middle of my toes and getting stuck there like toe jam. But still I kept running through the woods like a scared child who was lost in the mall. Finding there was no way out of here soon, I presumed that wishing and hoping was the only answer for now.
    Something warm hit my hand. My face started to feel hot of fear and I was shivering at the same time. I was scared to death at what had grabbed my hand. Afraid to look, even though I looked anyways, just to see who or what had snatched me.
    Scanning down at my hand with shaking breaths there was another hand holding mine. But this hand was golden brown, strong, and a guy's hand. Mine was so small, fragile, and white being held in this person's palm.
    I looked up towards the arm, passed the shoulder, and saw the face of the person who was holding my hand, making warm spread through my veins.
    He was gorgeous. His golden skin flawless, it looked like it was kissed by the sun. His blue eyes sparkled in the moonlight like clear blue crystals. The lips that sat on his face were pink and rosy. His cheek bones were suave and yet perfect while his hair was a deep chocolate brown with hints of gold tossed into it. His hair was disheveled, but yet it looked untouched. It was swept back and there were a few pieces in front of his face as his locks just barely hung over his shoulders.
    This boy, this teenage guy, this man, was a god. He smiled down at me. My heart began to pound into my stomach. My throat had choked up, feeling like there was something there, and I couldn't speak. Not even smile back. Looking up at this wondering creature that was to the side of me I gaped in wonderment.
    He pressed his hand tighter against mine. It was so warm-like my hand was encircled by a heating pad. The boy, the man, smiled above me once more and looked forward. I stared at him with astonished eyes.
    I noticed that he wasn't smiling while he was running with me. It was as if he was floating beside me. The movement of his body seeming to glide over the ground.
    Looking on what was in my path a white light was shining bright like the light of a train in a tunnel. The light was coming closer and closer, faster and faster towards us. I closed my eyes, not knowing what to except when we hit the light. I was thinking that we were going to crash like two bugs against a wind shield, looking like smushed grapes.
    I shut my eyes tight, waiting for the bang. My heart pounding as fast it could as I waited for the impact to crush me and my savior to pieces of dust.