Journey Through Memory

I don’t know how this memory started. It seems to only have a middle and an end. All of a sudden I’m in the middle of the pathway walking down a dimly lit street with trees lining the right side. I vaguely remember my friends are walking in front of me but I don’t know who they are, only that they are my friends. It is raining and I’m wearing a black party dress and dominatrix style heels. My feet are killing me and I’m cold. It smells like rain on hot concrete which is strange because its night and very cold. Even though it’s dimly lit I can make out the holes in the pathway and the little green weeds sprouting through. The street lights are orange and only occasionally a car goes by. I heard a rustling and as I turn around my dress flaps around my knees. There is no one there. “The wind”, I say to convince myself. I hear the noise again and this time I see a dark figure hop into the trees. I hurry to catch up to my friends but they seem so far away. I run but the pathway stretches out in front of me and all of a sudden the figure is in front of me. He is wearing all black clothes and he’s quite tall. He is looking down and his hood is up so I can’t see his face. He slowly looks up and as his purple eyes meet mine. The world goes black and I crumple to the ground.