Run

Run.

Sam's last words echoed in her head nonstop.

She had just witnessed something terrible, something that would stick with her forever.

something that no ten year old girl should have to see.

Her best friend just passed away before her eyes. He had used his last words in order to try and save her.

She should have tried harder. She let him die. She didn't even say anything as he died in pain,

afraid and in pain.

She could have at least tried to comfort him, even if she hadn't been able to save him.

She pushed farther back into her hiding place, leaning against the damp wall of the dark cave she

had found. Pulling her knees up to her chin, she slowly looked around. Nothing would ever find

her in here. She felt her back becoming damp as the water from the wall soaked through her shirt,

throwing chills through her little fragile body. She didn't bother to move though, she didn't want

the slightest bit of noise. She had to keep hidden.

She pulled the knife stained with Sam's blood closer to her. She had grabbed it after Sam had

died. She didn't know if something would follow her, she needed all the protection she could get.

She tried to close her eyes to rest, but the visions were to strong: things chasing her, her running,

Sam breathing his last shaky breath.

She touched the blade, it stained her fingers with the somehow still fresh blood.

Sam had loved her and raised her, even if he was only a few years older.

He was the only one there for her. Her mom didn't want her, as she had the child at a very young

age. She never did see her father. This made her angry. Why didn't he ever try to see her? Just

because her mother left her didn't mean he had to leave, too.

She opened her backpack, a rather old ratty army green bag, and pulled out her wool blanked,

wrapping it around her shaking body. She grabbed her matches, holding them in her pale hand

before placing them back in her bag. She needed to find wood or she was going to freeze. 

She placed her belongings on a nearby rock, but took her knife.

She walked to the entrance of the cave and stood, waiting to make sure no one was around.

She hadn't brought her flashlight, so she waited for her eyes to adjust.

After she could see, she walked out into the open, looking around herself cautiously. She couldn't

be seen. If they saw her she would be killed.

She would be dead, just like Sam.

She grabbed some wood, gathering some sticks from the ground for kindling and stealing some

fire wood she found sitting at a place that looked like a hunt camp. She would have to come back

to look at the camp later. She struggled slightly as she made her way back through the thick brush to

her cave.

The fire was built right outside the cave, letting warmth in but not smoking her out, as she had

just used normal hardwood. There was a risk of being found, but that was better than freezing to

death.

She grabbed her blanket, and using her bag like a pillow, she went to sleep.

The next few days were uneventful, she had went back to the camp and searched an old cabin on

the property. There were some canned foods left there, so she was able to eat without having to

go into town. She didn't want to be seen in town. She had a secret that she never wanted the

towns folk to find out about.

Living in the woods was fine as she hid from the public. She had all she needed to stay alive while

she stayed. She was going to stay there for as long as she could, so she needed to ensure she had all

her needs for survival. A fresh

water spring that Sam had shown her just so happened to run right next to her cave. There was a lot

of wood around, so

she wouldn't be cold and she had enough food from the camp to keep her from being hungry.

She lived like this for three years, eventually she was forced to learn how to hunt. This only took

her a short amount of time to prefect, and she made weapons out of bones and other materials

from the animals and from around the woods.

Sam was being forgotten, after burying his body to her best ability the same week he was killed.

One day she was sitting on the rock that loomed over the cave entrance, carving a new spear,

when she heard footsteps.

These weren't the same footsteps she had been hearing and fearing for the past three years

though.These were different.

She grabbed her knife and hopped off the rock, moving around it to look out at where the noise

was coming from.

Her jaw dropped when she saw what was making the noise.

It was a boy, about her age, looking rather lost.

She slowly moved out and around the rock, looking closely at the boy. Who did he remind her

of?

She hadn't seen another human since Sam.

This boy resembled Sam.

She started shaking, rage filling her body.

If she had looked, she would have seen the boy wasn't Sam, that he looked very different.

She squeezed her hand tighter around the handle of the blade, jumping out at the boy.

There was one yell as she lowered his cooling body to the ground.

Sam had hurt her. She didn't want him to find her.

Sam's last words weren't run. No one had said run. Run was only spoken in her shaken mind.

She killed Samuel, she had killed this boy.

She was a murderer, the blood of two humans on her hands.

And no one could know.

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Hello everyone!

So I wrote this book in January and my english teacher gave me some pointers for editing, so here's an edited version.

If you're here from my other account, hello. I shall post some books that are already written (by me of course) over here, and all the books will be non-fanfiction.

Sooo yeah.

bai

-Sarah