Chased By Your Worst Fear!

Prologue:

I ran off the football field and behind the bushes, the dog was running and barking right behind me, my heart raced faster than the flash could ever run and I felt like a character right out of a movie. Jumping over broken branches and climbing a few walls, taking dangerous and sharp turns into the bushes. It was cool. Except in this movie, the character was running from a dog his size and they were no retakes. I either die or live and right now the scale was dangerously tipping to the die part.

As I frantically thought of a way to save my life, running was not one of the options, there was no way I could outrun this huge beast of a dog.

I scraped my arm with a tree, its broken branch jutting out. Blood gushed out of my wound. As I ran across the shop’s many people stopped to stare but not a single one stopped to help.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Goal!!” I shouted in triumph

“That was soooo not a goal,” the captain of the enemy team said – clearly so scared of how amazing I was in soccer

And as usual, the rest of their team joined in with the captain falsely accusing me of hitting the pole…

“Fine, whatever I’ll just score another goal”  I was outnumbered

As the goalkeeper threw the football across the field, I looked at my watch, 7:15! I only had 15 mins left to play…

“We’re leaving!” Joshua and Nico exclaimed

“ Com’n guys don’t leave now, their team will be overpowered!” I whined

“Yeah, you know what screw this game!” Kabir, Jim and Simon said before leaving

“Guess its only me, you and those guys,” I said to Tim pointing at the group of boys on the opposite side of the field, sitting on their soccer balls and staring at their phones

“Yeah let’s just take some practice shots for 10 minutes and then I have to go home anyway,” Dhruv said picking up his soccer ball.

He threw it to me, I swiftly caught it with my left arm. He told me to take a shot from halfway across the field, I followed. Just when I was preparing to take the shot I saw a woman carrying a dog in her arms, walking towards the field I was immediately terrified! I had a strong phobia of dogs since the day I was born. My phobia was a strange kind – I found dogs cute and all with their huge baby-like eyes but as soon as they got in a 25-meter radius of me I get scared out of my skin.

As the young European woman approached the football field with her dog I moved to the corner of the field and tried to focus on taking my shot. Just as I was swinging my leg forward to hit the ball, the dog leapt out of its owner’s hand and ran towards the football field, at first it was targeting Dhruv and I struggled to stay calm, but then it started barking/running towards me!

My greatest fear had come true! I was frozen on the spot, Images of the dog eating me and me being rushed to the hospital in emergency flashed through my mind, I felt suddenly dizzy of fear and thought that this was the end of my life. I looked down at the soccer ball on my feet and then back to the dog. I hoped against the odds that the colourful soccer ball was what the dog wanted and not me. So I tried to kick the ball away from me and give to the dog, but as always my aim did not help me the least bit.

The ball rolled directly towards the dog – tripping it, this brought me a few extra seconds but also angered the dog a whole lot more. I considered my chance and decided to do what I could best do in these few seconds. Run.

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I ran off the football field and behind the bushes. The dog was running and ferociously  barking right behind me, my heart raced faster than the flash could ever run and I felt like a character right out of a movie. Jumping over broken branches and climbing a few walls, taking dangerous and sharp turns into the bushes. It was cool. Except in this movie, the character was running from a dog his size and they were no retakes. I either die or live and right now the scale was dangerously tipping to the die part.

As I frantically thought of a way to save my life, running was not one of the options, there was no way I could outrun this huge beast of a dog.

I scraped my arm with a tree, its broken branch jutting out. Blood gushed out of my wound. As I ran across the shop’s many people stopped to stare but not a single one stopped to help.

I was unsure how much longer I could keep this running up as my unfocused eyes looked ahead at the group of children doing their freestyle in the lap pool.

I felt my legs tiring and my breath getting faster, at the same time I also heard the dogs barking get closer. I could only hope for a miracle which could save me now. I saw a five-year-old’s scooter lying around on the floor. I knew I couldn’t outrun this dog, but I definitely could delay my demise so I tried to push the scooter back – into the dogs face, but ended up opening a cut on my heel. I felt my head getting dizzier and my energy was going down dramatically. I couldn’t run anymore. This was it.

Suddenly my brain darted back to when I saw the children doing their freestyle in the pool, the POOL! Could dogs swim? I had no idea but they probably won’t be able to swim as fast as me. I looked ahead at the 4.6 m pool, thank the gods I could swim, I just had to keep up my running for 20 more meters. I risked a look behind. Blood from my cut hand showed a trail from the football field and the dog was directly behind me, definitely close enough to bite my shirt off. As if the panic from knowing that my biggest fear was not enough, having the dog right behind me made the panic in my chest feel like it was going to kill me.

The pool was only around ten meters away from me now but at this rate, the dog would catch up to me in the next 2 meters. I looked to my right and saw tables, recliners and chairs lying around. I tried to throw as many things that my worsening, bleeding and now numb hand would allow – which was not much. Yet I managed to slow the dog down a few seconds. As I opened the gate with my bad hand pain shot through me, I felt like I was going to faint right there but I still out the last of my energy into my trembling legs to jump forward and took a deep breath.

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I felt something tug the back of my shirt and prevent me from going into the water. My back whammed the wall of the deep pool and I felt like I had broken something. Pain shot through my body and I felt the last of my energy disappearing. If I had broken my spine I knew I would be bedridden for life and I hoped against all the odds that this didn’t happen.

The first thing I saw once I hit the wall was the blood filled water centimetres below me. The next thing I saw was the black, murderous dog running towards me from half a meter away. Surprisingly it wasn’t moving that much. I let out a scream before I felt myself sinking into the water. I tried to push myself back up but my pain-filled hand and my broken feeling back wouldn’t let me do so. This was the second time I would almost die of drowning, hopefully, the would be an almost too. Water filled my mouth and I started coughing, but not that about-to-die coughing that I felt when I fell into the pool in my other story – hurricane!

I knew I still had enough oxygen in my lungs for the next 10 or so seconds.

I saw myself weakening and struggling to pull myself up with my one hand – this was just like the sculling I did in my swimming exam. Sculling? That was exactly what I needed to do I put all of my life into forcing my bad hand and legs to work. My back protested but I went on ahead anyway. I moved my limbs and the pain pushed me to start losing touch with reality. I started seeing black and when I reached the surface I took a massive breath.

The next thing I saw was the red coloured water around me and the woman who failed to control her dog struggling to keep her dog on the leash with a terrified look on her face.

I also saw my mom and a few others standing around the pool while the guards tried to haul me out. They succeeded in doing so. They asked me if I was ok and I just rolled my eyes.

I was too weak to think of an answer, my mom forced me to drink some water and took me back home to fix me up. She dressed my wounds and as always, it was excruciating when she applied Dettol to my massive cut.

My back was definitely not broken as it healed pretty fast and didn’t give me much pain. The good thing was I at least got a lift pass from my school!

The woman whose dog went out of control personally came to my home to apologise and I totally understood. It wasn’t totally her fault, I was partially the one to blame too- because if I hadn’t kicked the ball at the dog the dog wouldn’t have gotten all:-  I’m-going- to-kill-you-now!

Plus she was the reason I can write this post today as she was the one called the guards and held back the dog. So I forgave her easily.

I healed up quickly after that and my injury’s faded fairly swiftly, but the hair-raising experience of getting chased by your worst fear stayed forever.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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