I ran. I could hear him chasing after me, screaming my name but I didn't dare turn around. "Come back to me baby, I won't be mad if you come to me now!" It was too late now I couldn't stop. I knew what would happen if I did. I pushed my legs harder weaving through the branches. My vision was blurred and all I could see around me were trees. The rough leaves scratched against my skin as I ran. My broken ankle was preventing me from going faster and I could feel him gaining on me. "Okay Kitty, lets play". This was all a sick game to him. A sick game of cat and mouse. I was his plaything, his favorite plaything. His to play with until it broke. I knew I was damaged beyond repair but I couldn't go back to him. I had to run. I would either survive and return to my family, or die out here. It was getting darker and I couldn't see much. The sound of leaves crunching filled the air and my labored breathing could be heard from a mile away. He was stronger than me and a lot faster. This is what he was good at. He loved the chase. I could hear him getting closer so I pumped my legs as hard as I could, hoping there was a chance. That's what was getting me through this. Hope. Hope that I could one day get back home. Return to my beautiful family, my safe place. Things were different now. Home would never be the same. I would never be the same. I felt him before I heard him. "Gotcha." Darkness.