8

Do you know the feeling deep within, panic that stirs inside of your stomach and makes every bone in your body shiver and tense, leaving you sick to your stomach, trembling in fear?

I was just continuing my way to school, when I decided to take a shortcut through an old alleyway many students and other people passed through daily.

I should have never come this way.

It wasn't the green-tinted bricks nor the vines that climbed up the walls around me like spiders that scared me this much. No, it was something else.

Laying on the ground just below my feet, a hand sprawled out towards me, legs curled in an ugly way against a bloody torso. Soulless eyes stared at me, begging me for help behind a clouded over gaze.

A body. A dead body.

What was even more fear-inducing to me, though, was the fact that it had colour. And it wasn't one of the creatures in the back of my mind - no, it was a human - a red jacket, blue jeans and warm-toned skin.

I hadn't ever seen colour on a human before. So, it was understandable that I was quite shaken up. Why did I see colour on this human? Why did I run into a body? Who was this?

I need to leave. Should I tell the police? It was common sense, of course, but they'd need to interrogate me. What if I messed up and they thought I was the killer? It was unlikely, since I had an alibi, but I couldn't get the thought out of my head.

I knew it was wrong to just leave, but I couldn't stop my body from running. I couldn't control my own feet as this sickly feeling guided me farther and farther away, along the misty streets.