Alone

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His name was Jack. Thirteen years old he was. He was running away from home. He had terrible memories of when his father would beat him. His father would come home everyday, drunk. His mother was... gone. His father sweared to kill him so, he ran away. He couldn't take any more of the pain. He ran through the dark forest. Just keep running he thought. Run away from the fear. He had scares on his body. Run... He felt the darkness creeping against him. Faster he thought. He suddenly tripped and fell. He hit the ground hard. He screamed and then he cried. He was all alone nobody could help. He hugged his leg as it was bleeding out.

He lay on the ground. He had no experience with this. He examined his leg. It hurt badly and the injury was huge. He watched the sun set as he lay in the grass. He watched the sunset. It was beautiful. He had to find shelter but... he dozed off. 

He woke up that morning. He was lucky to find himself, but did it matter he thought. He walked over to a tree. Right as he touched the tree, it shook. He looked up with a surprise. A giant black spider jumped out of the tree and stood in front of him. Was this the end of him he thought.

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