DifferentThe Meeting I am running threw the dark woods. I don’t know where I am going. All I know is that I had to run. As I pushed branches out of my face and jumped over roots of dark trees sticking out of the woods. I feel it is coming, coming closer, I am scared. I look back, it is coming for me. Dark smoky hands reaching for me, to take my soul I guess. They are coming from a distance out of the dark wood. I turn left, hoping to trick it. But no, it follows, still coming after me. While looking back, I trip over a rock. I am dead. It is coming for me... I wake up. I look around my apartment. The light is shinning through myDifferent
