True story... August 2009.

Forget about me, save yourself.

I was running through the woods. I was naked. I ran through thorns that ripped my skin open. Blood ran down my naked body... But I couldn't slow down, I needed to stop her. At this time I didn't know what that meant, but I still ran. She needed me, even though I didn't know who she was. I just kept running. The woods were dark, I was scared. I felt alone, but had no idea what might be with me in this forest. The way I was running was endless. I didn't even know if I was running the right way or why I was even going this way. It was like my bloody body knew where we were going. I just followed. After running like this for a while I saw a little bit of light coming from the end of the forest. My body carried me faster, I just wanted to get out of this woods. But even more important, I wanted to help her. Stop what she was going to do. I ran into the light and instantly all the blood my body was covered in, disappeared. I was me again. In front of me stood a little wooden house. It was beautiful. Why it stood in these crazy scary woods I didn't understand... Then my body started to run again. We ran towards the house, banged against the door and screamed... Screamed for her to stop. She didn't open the door though; she didn't want to let us in. My body ran to the closes window and banged against it as well. We tried to break it, but we couldn't. Not because we weren't strong enough, but because she didn't want to let us in. We ran to the next window. And the next. And the next. She didn't want our help. We stood on the outside of the house looking through the big glass window that felt so strong. Then... She appeared on the other side, on the inside of this beautiful house. The girl on the other side was naked like me. Had blond hair like mine. The same brown eyes. She smiled at me; she smiled my smile... and held her hand against the window. She held it out to me. I pressed my hand against the window, against hers. It was the same size. It gave me a fright. I pulled my hand away and looked one more time at the girl staring at me. The girl was... She was me. I didn't understand, I shouted at myself. Wanted to be let in. But her smile faded and she lifted a knife that came from no where. I screamed so hard, I felt my trought getting raw. But her smile was still faded and she was pressing the knife against her arm. Then I felt it, I felt the knife cutting through both my wrists, cutting off my veins and blood streaming over my arms. She cried then and I felt the tears on my cheeks... I was too late... Too late to save myself...

Then I woke from this terrible dream.