Blood was everywhere. I run through the forest a high pitched noise in my ear. An image. A face. Stuck in my mind. Whenever I close my eyes I see it. Imprinted into the back of my eyelids. I stop for a moment as blood trickles down my forehead, and scream. Not out of pain or agony. Just because. How did this happen to me. Why can't I remember anything. I sigh. "I must find the boy. He must know the answers." I whisper exhaling shaky breaths. I start to hobble an run as fast as I can through the darkened oil stain of a black hole. The forest. The safe place.
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Sticks and Stones
FantascienzaTips For Surviving Our World: 1. Become a Rana 2. Don't stand up for anyone or yourself 3. Don't be different 4. Follow all and any given instruction 5. Don't show weakness 6. Don't show pain 7. Don't be different 8. Don't screw up the awakening ce...
