Blind

   Sweat rolled drowsily down my forehead as I jogged across the bumpy road. The smooth white wires of my MP3 player bumped annoyingly against my chest and neck, every-so-often snagging against my shirt and falling off for my continual rearranging.
   The sky was growing dark, and, like a good 36 year-old adult, I jogged on.
   Halfway past my excersize-bravery, I stopped. Lurching against the speed of my own figure, I fell.
   Somewhere between the jog, I felt a wall of negativity plurge against me. Behind me, I felt movement. Again, closer now, through the feedings of me pupils. I gasped sunconsciously. I chill jumped my hairs.
   "H-hello?" I managed, pulling the music buds off my ear. "Hello?"
   Another skid behind me. Five seconds later I was blind. I could not even see black. My eyes processed nothing. Then pain. All around. Like frozen needles, hotter than the core of Earth. Deadlier than venom.
   I screamed.