Don't look back.
They cried. As they faded.
'Don't be one of us! ' One dared to shout.
I didn't listen. But, I didn't look back.
When I looked ahead. I saw terror.
Right in front of me. Eight letters. Four syllables.
Holding myself from it. I tried to not look back.
It would ruin all. Not just me. But the ones I needed the most now.