C17 17. What?

Confusion.

A feeling I was now familiar with. We ran and ran into the darkness of the night. I didn’t know what had caused Peter’s panic and I didn’t want to know – I was tired. Sick and tired of knowing.

And I was tired of running; I didn’t want to run anymore. I didn’t want to be afraid but in all that panic, feeling fear was inevitable. I feared myself; something was wrong with me