I race down the street, dodging the circles of light made by the street lamps. I try not to think; I can't afford to think. My parents... No, I can't think about them. Think about the present; the task that needs to be accomplished.
"Connie, stay with me," Wyatt whispers from the shadows in front of me. I nod anyway he can't see me. What would I do without him? I've told him everything I know about this mess, and he's never wavered from being at my side. He's the only one left I can trust.
The street lights start to fade into the shadows. No, not now!
"Wyatt," I whisper. I can feel him grabbing me, the cool pavement underneath me. Wait, when did I get on the ground?
"Come on. We have to keep moving." I can feel Wyatt close to my face, but he can't keep out the visions; they are too strong.
It was my fifth birthday party. I was having a good time. My Mom had just brought out her traditional homemade cake and placed five candles on it. She herded me to the table and everyone gathered around me and started to sing. She looked a little nervous, shaken up. As I got ready to blow out the candles, I scanned the crowd. I saw my dad talking to a guy. He was wearing sunglasses, black pants, and a white t-shirt. I'd never seen him before, but it looked like they were having an intense conversation. Everyone stopped singing, and I blew out my candles.
The streetlights come back into view; Wyatt is shaking me. I don't want to move, but I know I have to get up. Wyatt helps me up, but I wave him off when he tells me he wants to carry me.
We continue to run on, not knowing where we're going, but knowing we have to move forward.
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Control (On Hold)
Teen FictionWhen Connie's parents are both murdered inside of her house, she knows something is seriously wrong. She can't get the last words that her dad had ever said out of her mind. "Remember Honey, whatever happens, don't let anyone control you. You have a...
