I run through the dark wood as if I have the Devil after me, because I have. My breath comes out in rasps, the stitch in my side unbearable, my heart will explode but I can't stop. He laughs knowing I am exhausted but fear gives me speed. As I stumble again, he is on me, claiming me for his own, I scream, I kick, terrified, until darkness takes me.
Suddenly I wake up in the sanctuary of my own bed, it's only the same recurring nightmare, I am safe but, why is there a burning scar on my arm?