Chapter 3: With a storm comes an aftermath.

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Chapter 3

For a second I was frozen and the next I was out the door and into the woods, I don’t think I had ever run so fast. I ran until my legs began to hurt and my breathing burned but I pushed myself and ran more before I knew it I was on the ground surrounded by darkness and coldness the ground surrounded my body captured me and tears welled up in my eyes as I let the darkness take me in.

I woke to the sun shining through the branches and leaves and into my eyes; the birds sang their sweet nothings and the wind slowly creeping past my drenched body. It must have rained while I was out last night I thought to myself wondering why I hadn’t awoke at all throughout the whole night. I remembered what had happened yesterday and wanted to fall back to the ground, instead I fought myself picked myself up and carried on.

If I was going to live and escape him, I had to be smart and clever about it, and most definitely keep my ass moving.

I walked for what seemed like ages only to find myself still surrounded by trees and no clearing in sight, but I just kept myself walking for reason. I kept walking though I had no hope for life; I guess I kept walking because I had no fear either. I didn’t know what I planned to do if I found a way out. If I miraculously found my way to my home. Would he be back there waiting for me, he killed my parents. I guess the real question is what wouldn’t he do?

Soon I saw a clearing in the distance and began to run, I ran and ran as hard as I ever could harder then yesterday until I came to a halt once I had saw what was in front of me. I was looking back at the starting line, staring at that gorgeous huge cabin again. But this time all o could think about was death, heir death and the man inside who had caused it.

Suddenly I was furious I didn’t feel hurt anymore I felt enraged I was overcome by such anger. I had never felt this way before; it was as if I was a whole new person. And this girl, this new me, Well She wasn’t scared of anything.

I stormed inside and grabbed the biggest knife from the kitchen, I made sure to be as quiet as I could while making my way up the stairs and to his bedroom, just as I went to open the door I jumped at the sound of a howl and at that moment I had dropped the knife and in the process sliced a nice chuck out of my forearm. The blood was running everywhere and I didn’t care to even glance at it once. I went back to the door and slammed it open. Only to find it was empty.

I glanced toward the window at the sound of another loud howl outside , then I looked down too find I had traced blood from where I had first cut myself to where I was in his room now, the longer I stood there a puddle began to form at my feet. I pulled myself to his bed and lay down, feeling queasy. If I can’t kill and I am going to die anyway from loss of blood I might as well ruin his bed in the process.

Okay, Okay I was being a little over dramatic, of course I wasn’t going to die anytime soon from this cut but I was in fact going to ruin his bed with the blood that came from it and try to act dead if he decided to come back.

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