The rain was pouring.
It was so loud, that the family didn't hear the banging on the door.
The banging turned into pounding.
The pounding turned into kicking.
Eventually, the kicking turned into breaking.
The front door to the family's house flew open and water poured into the hallway.
Mr. Williams hurried to see what caused the destruction to their house.
In the center of the doorway stood a small figure, drenched from head to toe. Dirt and blood streamed down her face and began to pool at the floor.
Mr. William's rushed to help her inside and called for his wife.
"Please.... help me..."
She passed out on the floor with her head of short blond hair resting at Mr. William's feet.
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Trails of Secrets
Ficción General"So, what's your name?" "Yeah... about that. I don't know." "Don't know what?" "My name." "How can you not know your own name? Were you never given one or something?" "I don't remember it." ~~~ Just a small, average town. Quiet. Peaceful. Friendly...
