Saturday, September 25th, 2010

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I've never ran so fast in my entire life. Imagine trying to look both in front and behind you at the same time. I don't know if he's still behind me, but it feels almost as if it were impossible to stop running. I don't know if I'm safe or not. If I was lucky enough to get away this time, would there be a next?

Everything's quiet except the sound of twigs breaking beneath my feet and birds chirping along in the tree branches above me.

I fear that if I were to stop now and turn around that he would be directly in front of me pointing his gun right at me. I don't know how much longer I can last. I need to hide, but there's no hiding spot to be found.

I would never be here if it wasn't for that stupid truth or dare game I played in the summer of 2005.

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