Clara
I'm running, I don't know where. I don't know what exactly I'm running from...
But I know I have to.
My breathing is agitated, disordered, my feet barely touch the ground as I advance through a space that I cannot fully recognize.
It's dark, too much and there's something behind me. I don't see it... but I feel it.
That weight, that presence. That... danger.
I try to open a door, I can't. I try another... Closed.
They all are.
"No... no..."
My voice doesn't come out well, it breaks. My hand trembles when I try to turn another knob.
Nothing.
I go on, I run and then... I see it.
My apartment, the door ajar. My stomach sinks.
I don't want to go in, but something pushes me. Something forces me, I cross and the silence... It's worse than noise.
"Hello...?"
Nothing, one step
