Chapter 7
So I'm running. I daren't stop. I daren't. Every two minutes I'm looking backwards, checking to make sure that I am not been followed. I might be foolish, but I'm not taking any chances. I know that George is getting tired, but at least we both have full stomachs. He wants me to stop. I'm NOT stopping. My head is telling me to run, but my heart is telling me to stop. Id rather follow my head and put off that letter than stop and confront the problem head on. I don't know what would happen if I stopped. I don't think that I want to know. My legs are hurting. Tears are streaming from my eyes and flowing out behind me. My life is like a ribbon slowly being unravelled. At first it was a neat little ball, a perfect sphere. But then I died and it became a bit looser. I found Claire and she helped hold the ribbon together. But then I lost her, and the ribbon had no one to hold it in place. And now it is spiralling out of control. And I don't know what to do about it. George has had enough, and so have I. I'm stopping. Iv found a nice forest, but I don't know exactly where I am. I'm slowing to a walk now. This forest is creepy, filled with dark earth and even darker sky. A storm is brewing. I need to find shelter, fast. But where are you supposed to look in a forest that has nothing apart from trees and mud, mud and trees. Ah ha! The perfect spot! Huge leaves cover the floor space and giant trees shelter us from above. It looks like we're spending the night here. I put George down and he instantly finds a spot and lays down. With one final glance in my direction, he closes his eyes and I hear a faint snoring coming from his direction. I settle down for the night too, but I know that I wont be able to sleep tonight . . . Or ever if that letter is anything to go by. I close my eyes but am really wide awake. I suddenly feel something on my front left paw. My eyelids fly open, but it is just George getting comfortable. Goodbye sanity.