Running away from the man smiling gave me a sense of axileration. I smile and open my arms wide not caring about the blood or the mud or the fact that I might die. "Who's afraid of the big bad wolf the big bad wolf the big bad wolf! Who's afraid of the big bad wolf tralalalala!!" I sing this tune loud enough do that the man may hear me. But then I slow down and stop. Why are you stopping?! You could run forever and get out of here and yet you are stopping?!?! I stop smiling and look back I can just barely see the man getting up,struggling a bit. Figures. He's been coupes up in a classroom all his life, he wouldn't know much about the real world. I roll my eyes and walk back over to him my mind screaming at me, what are you doing?!?!! Turn back around and run!!!! I stop when I am close to him. His face is covered with mud and his hair is all messy. I reach out my hand to him, he seems to be hesitant at first but soon grabs my glove. I have lost a lot of things but I have made sure that I always have my gloves. He gets up and says thank you. But I don't really hear him, all I can see are his piercing eyes. And his face, the details were so distinctive. "It's you." I whisper in awe. He looks puzzled but then concerned. I feel light headed and black out from all the loss of blood. My last thought being, he knows why, he will protect me, he'll help me.
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Sticks and Stones
Ciencia FicciónTips 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...
