• I was running away, every step I made was like going through a maze, like i was just running i circles. I kept looking back behind me, my mind making me hear voices that weren't there. I stopped, panting from running so hard and closed my eyes, fearing to open them again. About 5 minutes past so i decided to open my eyes again, slowly. But when they opened, I wasn't running away from my fears, I was back in my room at home. I didn't know what was going on, of course, so I crept slowly down the stairs, listening for voices. In which I found two seeming to just float in the air. "Darrel! He ran away! You can't just sit there and watch TV, get up and do something!" my mother yelling angrily at my father, how typical of them. "Marie stop screaming at me, he'll be fine! He'll be back any minute. Lord! Now calm down." Mom started to cry, I was their only child, how could Dad be so cool about this...? "Mom..." I whispered. She turned around so fast it seemed like she would've cut the air. She stared at me wide eyed, and ran toward and hugged me. I hugged back and whispered in her ear,

    "Nothing is making sense anymore."