Running, running for what seemed like forever. The foot steps I heard behind me were now silent. Was I running from myself? The cold streets were covered in a ROW of SWEET and CHIPS packets. The wind carried the packets of food. They can FLY away, sometimes I want to do that. I heard a stick snap behind me. I froze with fear I tried to run but my legs wouldn't move. I wish I didn't LIE then I could be at home. I tiptoed up the stairs and knocked on the gold painted door knob. The door creaked open...