I was being chased. I don't remember why, all I remember is running. The fear, the adrenaline, the sweat.

It was in a hotel so I took the elevator to the top floor. It probably wasn’t the smartest idea because if they waited long enough they would be able to see which floor I would get off at.

But I didn't think of that at the time. All I could think of was getting away.

When I got to the top floor I went straight to the roof as if it were natural instinct.

But then the scenery changed. I was still on a roof but it was different. It's a hospital roof.

There were reporters and people trying to talk me away from the building. The people that were chasing me said they were doctors and just trying to take me back to my room.

I started spouting nonsense. I couldn’t control what I was doing or saying. It was as if I was sitting and watching a movie.

I heard myself saying stuff like “This is the only way to truly get rid of all of you!” and “I know you’re not just drugging me because you think I’m some pscyco. You’re turning me into a lab rat for your stupid new experiment again!”

I looked down and saw that it was true.

I was in a hospital gown with needle marks everywhere. Way more than what there should be. There were even rashes on my wrists and ankles from being held down.

Then there was this feeling of knowing and understanding.

That’s when I knew what was happening. And the me I am no longer in control of was going to jump.

I backed away slowly from the so called “doctors.” I got closer and closer to the edge of the hospital. Then, I turned around and faced the audience on the ground.

I took a half step.

Blocking out those from behind that were yelling at me and only hearing the wind rush past me. Then I took a breath, closed my eyes, and took a step.

I fell.

I felt something and nothing. I could hear but couldn't. It was peaceful, for a brief second, I smiled. I was happy to be done with my life and to be done with all the real psychotic people.

I just wonder, how did it end up like this. I don't even know where I am, why I'm like this, or what happened for me to go to such lengths.

Why? What did I do to deserve this? How did I even come to be like this?

Come to think of it, what was my name? What did my parents look like again?

Then, as if some spell was casted to grant me some peace, I saw their faces for the first time 8 years.

It brought tears to my eyes and I whispered thank you in those final moments as black sunk in.

I’m in my mother's car.

I know immediately it couldn’t be real because this car had burned down with everything else my parents had owned. 

Along with themselves.

I climb to the front seat to see how the car was moving, but then it turns into a roller coaster with a steering wheel. 

I notice something behind me. It's my cat. The one I had when I was little.  The one from when I had a happy family.

It was sitting a few seats behind me but she was clearly really scared.  I try to climb back to where she is, but when I get there the roller coaster is at the top of a loop.

She falls off.  It isn’t bad that she falls off because she landed onto a trampoline that was underneath the roller coaster, but it still freaks me out when I see the drop

Then I fall too, but the roller coaster caught me. 

I hang onto the steering wheel for dear life because it's the only thing I was able to grab onto.  There are only seats and the wheel, not even a door.

Then, after swerving and looping and all these other things, it finally stopped.

Though, it was on top of a loop, so, again, I was hanging by the wheel.  I couldn’t take it any longer and decided to take my chances with the trampoline.

I didn’t land on the trampoline, though.  I ended up falling into what I guess you could call an oblivion.

There was nothing but darkness and the ground I could see.  When I land I land on my back, and I could feel the pain.

This clearly isn’t a dream like I had originally thought.  The place I am had blood and bones everywhere.

In fact, I’m looking at a throne not far away made of bones that had barely any skin covering them to keep them together.

I stand, wiping off the blood that’s coving my mouth from biting my tongue when I hit my back.  I can still feel the pain in my head and back.

That throne, I feel like it’s mocking me.  Like it’s telling me that I can’t sit on it because I’m too weak.

So I stand.  I look at it and start to walk.

As I got closer and closer I can feel this strange sense or feeling that I had to sit on that throne.  Like that was my throne.

I sit on it.

There was this aura that would knock any normal person off their feet.  It was so powerful that I feel as though I’m a king.  It’s amazing, but, then, I was off the throne.

I woke up in a box.  I’m hitting the box now, but nothing is happening. 

Wait, shouldn’t I be dead.  I stop hitting the box. 

Was I buried alive!

No that couldn’t be true. If I died after falling from atop a hospital, I would have been splattered on the sidewalk so there’s no possible way for me to be in one piece and buried underground.

Besides, this doesn’t even look like a coffin.  It looks more like a square box.

So I know this can’t be my life. 

I learned from highschool history that in ancient Egypt there’s a legend about having to pass trails to get to heaven, but, then again, I’m not in ancient egypt. 

Fine!  There’s only one way for me to know for sure.  I have to get out of this box.  So instead of hitting I put my knees against my chest and kick the box.

It takes seven kicks, but I get out.

“Did you hear that?” I hear a voice say.

I realize I’m not alone in this place.  I can’t even see what this place is.

“Yeah, I heard it.  Maybe it’s the kid.  He better not be trying to get away.”  This is a woman's voice.  Wait, he.  They’re talking about a boy, so it couldn’t be me.

“I’ll go check.”  I have to hide.  Think brain, think.  Where?!

There’s nowhere to hide.  It’s just the dark, myself, another kid from what I can tell, and a man that’s coming this way to look for the boy.

I should be fine if I run for it, right?  After all, I’m not the one they want.

Okay, I’m gonna do it.  I’m gonna make a run for it.

The man steps into the room and goes to the crate that I was held in.  Luckily it was far enough into the room that the entrance door was wide open.

I run.  It was so fast. He turned around and saw the smallest bit of me exit the room.

“Hey, stop right there!” The man shouted, “Get back here demon!” 

Who's the demon? You're the ones who kidnapped 2 kids!

I just have to keep running and get out of here.

I don't get far before I'm stopped. A woman steps in front of me.

She’s wearing one of those black spy-like costumes that you see people in the movies wear.  Her hair is brown and she looks like she’s in her early thirties.

I realize that this must just be a movie film.  That explains the silly costume and the monsters I see in the woods, but it doesn’t explain what I’m doing here.

The woman stepped closer, she’s so tall at least two feet taller than myself.  I’m 17, though.  I know I’m small for my age, but this woman must be way above average for her height.

“Little boy, what do you think you’re doing?  I don’t want to fight you, but,” she suddenly changed from her soft tone to a tone that would make anyone tremble, “I will if you don’t listen.”

Li! Li! Little boy!  What part of me looks like a boy! I know I don't have much up there yet but that's just mean!

She put her hand on my shoulder and started to lead me back inside the building. I bit her hand.  She yelped and stepped back. She looks really mad and I laughed, just a little, but still laughed.

“Don’t touch me!  And I’m not a boy so stop calling me one! I think you guys have the wrong person for your movie, so why don't you just let me go and we'll call it even?”

"You little brat, what do you think you're doing and what nonsense are you saying? Just because you're the Demon Kings son doesn't mean you're strong. We can kill you at any given time."

This just made me angry.  I don’t want to be part of this stupid movie anymore.

“I quit and I’m leaving.”

“Child I’m not playing and you’re not leaving." she stood up again, "We worked very hard to get you here just so we can sell you to a priest.  There’s no way we are turning back now.”

I feel as though she wants to die.  I’m in the mood to fight, but I'm also not stupid. If we fight 1 on 10 I won't win, but it looks like she's serious when she said I'm not allowed to leave.

Uggghh!!!! Why so many complications?