Had the price of looking been blindness, I would have looked.

As she ran down the road, she darted left and right. Her eyes that is. She scanned back and forth, here and there. They can follow her. They can watch her. And they do. As she looked around her surroundings, the world flashed blue, blue, all different colours! She was worrying herself to death. But they where after her!! She must keep running! As she ran, she kept on seeing things she knew weren’t real. Seals. Otters. Whales. Birds. Starfish. They were all extinct such a long time ago. So long ago in fact that the only reason she knew these animals existed was because she liked to read. But that doesn’t matter now. All that matters is getting out. Getting out of this tunnel. The tunnel that never seemed to end. The cold metal under her feet and the breeze whipping against her face and semi-naked body sent shivers up her spine. They gave the adrenaline to keep on running. If she doesn’t they will get her.

As she kept running she kept on hearing the same word over and over again in her mind. Veronica! Veronica! Veronica! VERONICA! But that didn’t matter now that was in the past now all of that was in the past. Now that they where after her no name mattered. Because if they caught her, nothing mattered. Because you where dead. As she kept running she looked left and right, scared that they would pop out of places to grab her, plunging their strange instruments inside her fragile arms. She didn’t know what they wanted but they where tortuous. They where going to kill her, she knew it. As she reached the end of the tunnel, she heard alarms behind her, and she could hear them running after her. She pushed through the doors and ran into the cold night, into the forest. They would not find her there.

As she kneeled behind a tree she waited and looked to see where they were. She didn’t dare make any noise or they would hear or see her. And if they did she was dead. Then they started appearing. Groups and Groups of them. Some white. Some Blue. Some Red and White. They seemed to stand out in the dark, like they had strange glows emanating from around them. She sat there and counted. 30. 35.40. There were so many of them. Looking for her. They really wanted her dead. Just then she saw bright colours around her. Like rainbows flying around. The weather began to change and animals appeared in front of her. They were hissing, quacking, howling. What was happening? Did they notice her? All of a sudden, she began to pant hysterically, then everything went black.

When she came to, they were all around her, when some of the big ones picked her up and carried her back into the big building. She shuddered once more at the name of the building:

Smileytown Mental Institution.