It felt like rain pouring down on my face, but it was my sweat from fear which chiseled its way into my bones. My breath spiraling out of control while I was running for my life. Running so fast that I could trip every moment, without knowing why or what I was fleeing from.

  I don't even know how I ended up in this situation but I'll try to explain it to you. Therefore I need to turn back time for us, to understand what happened.

  I began to head to work like I did every morning. At the moment I drive by bus and it never had been an issue t'ill now. At 6:15 a.m., when I was about to board my bus, a strange feeling kicked in. I can hardly describe it, but it was like someone was punching me in my stomach with full force.

  My surroundings suddenly made me feel uneasy, so I scanned everyone and everything around me. But there was nothing. I felt a little embarrassed, so I got to the bus and tried not to dwell on it any further. The bus ride itself, had been as always. I watched houses passing by my window, bathing i a trembling body, legs like jelly and each breath hurting like crazy in the cold morning air. n the sunrise like an abstract painting of an artist, while listening to my music.

  A dull beep sound pulled me out of my thoughts to signal to me, that I had reached my destination. I started moving towards the door. As soon as I reached it, the uneasy feeling returned immediately. I shook my head and stepped out. The bus left the station and I was now standing alone at the stop. The uneasy feeling kept getting worse. It struck me hard. The nausea and the shivers, they were unbearable. But why? I felt watched, but didn't know from where those stares were coming from.

  The only individual watching me, was a brown cat on the bus stop seat.

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  Am I slowly going to get crazy? Why should anyone follow me? You are imagining things, so better head to work, you're running late Sophia.

  Tense from the circumstances, led my way to work a 15 minutes hell of a ride. The feeling lingered with me, trying to warn me, while I was ignoring it with all strength. I shouldn't have done that because when I noticed a figure to my right, I basically freacked out internally from fear. The person sped up, when I started to pick up my pace. He was trying to blend with the shadows of the buildings. Now I was sure, someone did follow me. I should have trusted my gut, I am not crazy.

  DAMN IT!

  I started running while the figure started sprinting behind me. He was incredible fast, so I clutched my bag as tight as I could to my chest and ran faster. Sweat from fear dripping down my face, a trembling body, legs like jelly and each breath hurting like crazy in the cold morning air.