persecution


I ran. I kept running. Something was chasing me. Or rather someone was chasing me. I had no idea who it was or what that someone wanted. I just kept running. I heard the quick steps getting closer and closer. Suddenly I was held back. I wanted to scream, but the stranger held my mouth shut. It was dark. I couldn't see anything. I slowly calmed down again. The stranger turned me to face. I was shocked. He stood in front of me. He had a knife in his hand. I looked at him scared. I wanted to say something, but his hand was still on my mouth. I was motionless. I could not move. I just looked into his green eyes. They were cold. He looked at me condescendingly. The panic rose in me. How could HE stand in front of me like that? HE was my best friend. He lifted his hand from my mouth and walked towards me. With every step he took towards me, I went backwards until I felt something on my back. That something was a tree. Now I could no longer avoid it. The fear was clearly written on my face. He came closer and closer. He felt my fear. A dirty grin spread across his face. What should I do? He was my best friend. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? I want to scream, but no sound came out of my throat. I saw how it came closer and closer until we were only a few centimeters apart. He was about to reach out and stab me with the knife. But he suddenly stopped dead. The blade of the knife was only millimeters from my chest. What happened? I didn't dare to see him. Somebody was there after all. What was going on here? He fell over. To the rear. The knife fell from his hand. Now I saw her. His sister. She had killed her brother. But why? I looked at her questioningly, but she smiled and stuck her dagger right into my heart. She ran away. Deeper into the forest.
I held my aching chest. The pain ran through my body. The warm blood flowed from the wound. My clothes turned red. I fell on the floor. Right up on him. To my dead best friend. It would soon come to an end for me too, I knew that for sure. I didn't want to die yet, but there was nothing I could do. My body had become too heavy for me. I lay on top of him and life drained from my body. I felt a void rise within me. The light faded from my eyes. I only saw black.
I felt myself being shaken. When I opened my eyes, he smiled at me. Have i been to heaven And he too?
He tapped his watch. "We're late. Get up." He tossed me a t-shirt and jeans. "Get dressed. Otherwise we'll miss the bus." Then he left the room so that I could change my clothes in peace.
So it was all just a dream.
I went to the kitchen.There he was standing in front of me with a large kitchen knife in hand. I was frightened and ran into my room. I locked the door and pushed my closet in front of it. I heard his footsteps approach. He had reached my room door in a moment. The door kicked open. He stood in front of me. With the knife in hand. He had the same dirty grin on his face as in my dream. The dream would come true in that moment. I knew it.


That's what happens when I go to school
I hope you liked it
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