I run quickly to the front door out of no where. I step outside and slam it shut. I run and run to the woods. The man yells and opens the door slowly. I run and I don't look back.
The leaves and branches bend and crack when I step upon them. I push away bugs and hanging twigs.
I continue to run and notice a hint of gray shining in the sunlight. I halt and look around for anyone. I move forward and see the cave. The cave with tons of vines. I grab a branch from the ground and look at my surroundings. I don't move at all.
All I hear are my deep and heavy breaths and see nothing moving. I slowly move the vines with the branch. I peek and see the cave looking exactly the same. I open the vines wider and tons of sunlight pour in. I look at the blanket still located in the center. Our indents are still there. I throw the twig at the back and finally realize it was thicker than someone's dang head.
I shuffle in quickly and move all the vines to block every ounce of sunlight. I move to the back, carefully avoiding the blanket in the middle and grabbed a new one. I unfold it and placed it at the very back of the cave. I slowly lay down on my side, facing the vines. The vines sway left and right slowly by the slight breeze. I touch the wall of the cave. The coolness calms me down.
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I stay in the cave for three weeks. I eat one can for each day. I have grown incredibly thin and fragile.
I stand up and grab the twig I carved into a spear like weapon. I move the vines and the sunlight burns my eyes. I close back the vines and only let a few spots of sunlight come in at a time.
I have been living on candles the whole three weeks. Maybe the occasional sun just in case, but that was once. I haven't seen the sun in two weeks and three days. I move the vines completely and I see everything look the same. I move forward slowly and look at the high trees. They have grown green and beautiful birds chirp high above. I smile. Then everything rushes away completely. I hit something light and gentle. A string for a booby trap.
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Our Mental Love
Teen Fiction"She coughs lowly. I stare back at her. She looks up at me. Her eyes are beautiful and so deep. They mean something much more than emotion. I wonder if my eyes are like that." -Our Mental Love This is a story about Darren's slightl...
