As the rain beat down, my heart sped up to a pace it had yet to reach.
In my bones, I felt the tingle of being watched.
I ignored the feeling, yet my heart beat faster.
I turned around but my eyes caught nothing.
I stood still and listened, to hear what was lurking so freely.
In a distance I heard the frightening cry of a bird, screaming at the wind.
As I turned to walk to the place I had yet to discover,
a little boy sat near a tree; singing sweet songs ever so softly.
Unknowingly I sat next to the boy, and started singing along to the song I had never heard, but knew all the lyrics to by heart.
When I started to sing, the boy stopped to listen.
He looked like he would scream.
The voice that was singing was not my own, but a low, melodic one.
The boy once again began to sing along.
I stopped to look up at the sky, as an eerie light shone,
and hands from above reached out.
I started singing once again, and the boy joined in.
I stood up and started to walk, and felt a small hand holding mine.
We walked over the water, and up through the sky.
That's when I realized I was going to die.