Whether I choose to fight or flight is an important question now. I made a very wise decision to run past this thing. Which ended with the most predictable outcome, of it grabbing my throat and holding me in the air in an attempt to choke me to death.
I swung my feet and arms around to make the creature let go. After an everlasting struggle I finally managed to slip.
*THUD!*
I fell.
'Please stop please!' I internally cried. I was desperate, with all of my thoughts rushing like a tornado; breaking down bits and pieces of me, swirling endlessly. I'm not ready to die yet.
'Not yet, please someone save me.' I mentally cried.
I looked up at the crazy-scaled monster which showed up out of nowhere; and was trying to kill me. While I just sat there like a potato hoping for a non-existent angel to come and save me. Unaware of what would happen next I just sat there waiting for the undesirable fate to come at me. Suddenly it decides to dart its sharply-clawed hand ,when everything starts to fade into a white fog. Blurring up everything forming what seemed like an endless room painted in bright white making it hard to distinguish any corners, if they existed.