Little thing
You were almost sleeping, curled up in the corner, eyes closed, enjoying a moment of peace.Only when you hear someone’s approaching footsteps do you look up. Oh no. You need to move. You need to hide. You’re not fast enough, however, only having enough time to scramble onto your back before he’s standing over you."I - I’m s-sorry! I’ll. I’ll get out of your way, I swear!" You cover your head with your hands. You hope he’s just one that yells at you, not one of the chasers or one that throws stones.









