She REALLY needed some mental help. Where to get it? I have no clue. If she would only learn to shut up and follow me. I haven't fallen to my almost death. I haven't slipped off a tree repeatedly without reaching the top. She was making too much mistakes, and soon it might cost her badly. Her life? Mine??? Now I KNEW we needed to get help somehow. No way was a crazy girl going to make me lose my life. I walked away, towards the path I thought was correct. If she came back for me there was no way that that was a good path. I felt an incessant tugging on my arm, feeling like someone was trying to rip it out of it's socket. I turned around and smacked the girl, my white hand print was against her red cheek. I couldn't believe myself. Such a great way to start a day! If this would even be known as a day....
I stared at him. I hated him! He might have saved my life but then he goes along risking it??? No, something is fishy here... Maybe he just wants me for-nevermind. Too gruesome to begin to speak about. Returning back to the situation, I had no clue what just happened. I ran my hand against the cheek he smacked, but again it was just like the air around me; it wasn't affecting me at all. I could tell he felt bad, really bad. His eyes.... Took on this sort of look that I can't even begin to describe. Why had he smacked me? I was just trying to show him something that I had been screaming about the whole time but he hadn't noticed. Not at all. So I tugged at him, just a little, I hadn't been hurting him. So why had he smacked me? I suddenly started hating the look in his eyes.
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