I am running. There is someone chasing me, a man I think. I can tell because he is fast, very fast, and he is not showing any signs giving up. In, out. I breathe slowly. I keep going, pushing for the forest on the horizon. It has been minutes, but it has been hours. Time seems to crawl by.
Eventually, the pounding footsteps start to fade. Suddenly, the sky is darker and the ground is darker and then everything is dark.
"Is she breathing?" Some melodious voice whispers.
"I don't know." A rough, deep voice says back.
"Shhh!" a girl, young I think, hisses at them both.
I open my eyes slightly and and gasp quietly. I'm surrounded by so many people, all different colors and sizes and shapes and styles. There are young children, old women, and wise-looking men.
"SHE'S AWAKE!" A loud voice booms, and is immediately joined with a the sounds of loud cheers and shouts of joy. The loud is musical to my ears, its beautiful.
"Hey there, sweetie." An elderly women says to me quietly as she half-smiles. "Hang in there, okay?"
Then she is lost in the crowd, lost in the perfect blend and pattern of the cultures which swirl around me. She is lost in the harmony of the voices, the voices that are singing for me.
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When You Need Me
Teen FictionKarissa lived in a place called 'The Otherlands'. Where there is no such thing as money, or Society. There is no such thing as a social class or racism. But there is a such thing as magic, you just have to find the right person..to discover it.
