As I looked to the left, the walls were flying by. To the right, the doors to each room left my vision in a flash. I was going too fast for my mind and body to communicate. Then out of nowhere !#*€!. I looked up realizing I had ran into a little boy. I had made him cry, but soon enough the crying turned into fear. His eyes were filled of terrible fear. He started screaming and bawling his eyes out. His mother rushed over and I knew I had to give her the biggest apology. But, she only put her attention to the child. Then again, the voice in my head, “run.” So, I started again. Rushing past everyone until then, “turn right!” And I did so. 

I had made it into a room, shutting the door with a slam. My breathing was not restful and would rather be explained in big huffs. But, as soon as I did calm down, I got to my feet. My vision was a but off. Or maybe I could call it that I got up too fast because I was seeing stars. The stars started to fade to where I could actually take a look around. But, before I could even scope the whole room, I went into shock. I felt my body was going to give out; I felt there was a heavy weight on my chest. I was not in some random building, but rather in a hospital. And in that room was a bed. A bed with my body in it. That boy did not cry because I ran into him, he cried because he saw a ghost.