My Worst Nightmare Came True.............

Lying in my bed, sleeping, listening to the clock tick constantly on a loop. Slowly I became hypnotized, and faded into a deep sleep. I was running through the streets of Italy, dredged in sweat with my two side braids flowing through the wind behind me. Luckily I was wearing my favorite running shirt, that says 'do more of what makes you happy' and my favorite running pants. Coming to a slow stop as my lungs run out of air. Looking around to see if there were any people around, there wasn't a single soul, for blocks, even miles. I checked a few cottages for people, or water, no one. All the doors were locked, I finally found a open window in the back of a nice white cottage. I slipped my way through the tiny glass window trying to be as quiet as possible. Falling onto a wooden table, I look up after rubbing my head from the fall. Wood cabinets, five to be exact, I check each cabinet until I find a cup. Filling my cup to the rim as I raise the cold glass cup to my chapped, red lips.

A sharp piercing sound flows in to the little cottage through the open window, glass shatters, water soaks me head to toe. It was a little girl screaming for her life. I hopped on the table and slipped out the window, making a lot of noise from fall on the stone road, I look around ready to help. Another scream. I head in the direction of the sound. Nothing, you could have heard a pin drop. After waiting a few minutes I see a clown, then more as they stare at me. Blood was gushing from their mouths onto their red, blue, green and yellow suits, as their red nose stays still. I run as fast as I can taking as many turns as possible, I look behind me every couple of turns, they're running now spilling drops of blood behind them. I run towards the sound of water, I'm dying for water. I stumble upon a beautiful waterfall. I cup my hand and scoop water from the cold waterfall, I raise my shaking hand to my mouth water spilling everywhere.  I hear them getting closer. I jump up and start running again, once more taking a turn at every possibility.

I eventually run into a clearing of bright-green tall grass to my knees. I see green groves of  bright-yellow half dead aspen trees ahead. I make a run for it. My tennis shoes hit the cold dirt blanketed in yellow, and brown aspen leaves. I run into a bridge that leads to the other side of a huge river. I run upstream, nothing, and downstream, nothing. I need to find another way. I have to cross the old wooden bridge. It only has four ropes to hold it to the other side. As I look back and see the blood-covered clowns running at me through the the grove of aspen trees, I run across the        bridge..........................