the dance of the devil

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I was running as fast as I can, not stopping for anything. police sirens filling the air, my face flooding with fear. running turns into sprinting. sirens getting softer with each step. I finally cant hear I look down at my blood soaked gown, sliding onto the floor. "im on my own" I think to my self the realisation sinking in. I get up from the dirt bark ground looking around. "fuck!" I whisper, running my hands through my hair. my gaze darts tree to tree "where am I?". I start walking around. every step, every minute the sun lowers. 

                                          timeeeee skipp... time: 8:45PM


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