I slowly stood out of the car, trembling. "Mother..?" I whispered, and walking on unsteady legs, I turned to see her, barely breathing, lying on the road with glass and blood all around her. Memories flooded back to me as I remembered how the crash had happened, and how I heard my brother scream. What's his na- Oh no.. What's his name!? Why can't I remember his name!!' I thought urgently to myself. "Why can't I remember his name..?" I managed to mumble. I wanted to run, and hide in the tall pine tree at our farm.. but I was frozen in place and couldn't think straight enough to grab my phone and call an ambulance for my mum. I was terrified, of losing mum, of never seeing my brother again, but I knew that I had to run.
I knew that if I wasn't fast enough, they would find me. I started to run, I could feel the gravel crunching under my feet. Where I was running to, I didn't know. I darted in between the many lanes of speeding vehicles before jumping over the barrier and sprinting through the thick layer of pine needles covering the ground like a blanket.
Soon, I am deep in the thick animal infested forest. I slow my pace down to a walk, carefully stepping over the trunk of a fallen pine tree. Now, I look for a place to rest, preferably close to a river or another source of running water. I continue to walk until I approach a steep bank. I scurry down the bank, trying not to trip over a few small ledges. Eventually, I reach the bottom. Despite knowing that if I fall asleep under a tree without hiding myself, they are highly likely to find me, I choose an oddly tall pine tree to rest under.
First of all, I scoop up some dry old pine needles to help make a fire. I grab two rocks sitting beside me and start hitting them together to hopefully create a spark. After hitting the rocks together for what felt like hours, there had still been no spark. Although I was cold and drenched from the rain, I continued to attempt to make the fire. I clashed the rocks together over and over and over again, until eventually I was so drowsy that I could barely keep myself awake. My eyelids fluttered closed as the darkness consumed me.
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The Crash
RandomCharlotte is a short pretty girl with very unique eyes. These unique eyes have forced her into hiding in many different places and at many different times. But it's always because of the same people.. The wasps, as she like to call them. You're prob...