Love, Lust, Faith and Dreams

“Run! For Godsake RUN!

Those were the last words I heard before I ran out of the room, racing down the winding corridors of the Library. My heart was pounded, fear coursing through my veins as I daren’t look back. The thought of looking into their eyes while they hunted me down terrified me. I couldn’t do it. Besides, what good would it do? Turning back would be a waste of time. Everyone else was probably dead by now and I didn’t feel like joining them. It was just me, alone, in an endless maze of books.

I knew it wasn’t safe here. Ever since we had arrived here I knew something wasn’t right. I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were being watched; studied – as though something was hiding in the dark spaces, just waiting to pick us off one by one.

God I hated being right.

I turned a corner, beads of sweat trickled down my forehead as the distant footsteps came closer. They were coming. They had picked up the scent and this time there was no stopping them. There was no hero to save the day, no lucky escape or a chance for me to turn around a fight them.

No.

Instead, there would be blood, and lots of it too.

I dashed into a nearby room, slamming the door shut and quickly barricaded it with various bookshelves and chairs. I slowly backed away from the door, my chest heaving as I stared fearfully at the door. It wouldn’t hold them back for long. I sank back against the wall, sliding to the floor as I produced a small, tattered picture from my jacket pocket. A thin smile ghosted upon my lips as I stared at it intently. My last possession, my greatest treasure. My finger traced the man in the picture, a heavy weight resting on my heart as I struggled to hold back the tears. I never wished for this to happen. Why did they hate us so much? Were we really that much of a threat to them? I couldn’t understand the world I was living in, not anymore.

Footsteps suddenly stopped outside the door. I held my breath, closing my eyes as I pressed my lips against the picture; silently pleading for them to go away. It couldn’t end, not like this. I promised that I’d keep going, that I wouldn’t let them catch me, that I’d go on and live a normal life; perhaps forget all of this ever happened.

But as a thick silence fell upon the library, I knew that my chances of surviving this were quickly running out.

Suddenly a gunshot blasted outside the door, startling me. My mouth gaped open as I saw blood trickle under the doorframe. I felt sick. How could they do this to us? We hadn’t done anything wrong. I remained silent, biting my lip as the footsteps quickly moved away, plummeting me into a deafening silence. I sighed with relief, tears of joy streaming down my cheeks as thanked god I was alive.

I was alive.

I was the only one left.

What was the point of living if I had nothing to live for?

My eyes fell upon a table in the corner of the room, hauling my deadweight of a body towards it and sat down in the chair. Whatever happened next, I needed people to know my story. I needed people to know that I, that all of us, were good people; that we did nothing wrong. If, godforbid, something did happen to me and I didn’t make it out of here, then I hope someone would read this and remember me. Remember me for the man I was, not what they made me out to be.

Maybe, someone like me could read this and know that they’re not alone in the world.

I open up an empty textbook, taking a deep breath as I press the pen to the paper.

I don't know who you are. Please believe. There is no way I can convince you that this is not one of their tricks. But I don't care. My name is Mikey Way and I don’t know who you are, but I hope you are safe…..

Notes

HEY! So this is the first chapter, sorry its kinda crap x

This will get better x

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