And so I ran. I ran with every ounce of adrenaline pumping through my veins, as if my feet were alight with flames. I ran and pushed myself harder, each footfall jarring my bones until my teeth hurt. I couldn’t let it catch me. I wouldn’t. My breathing became ragged and uneven and my lungs slowly seemed to tear. I kept running; my pace eventually becoming slower. I made a final lunge as if it could save me and turned to meet the eyes of my demon. I watched as the darkness of hell consumed my being until nothing of me was left but the very stardust I was made from.