The Hunt

The more I was running the less those monsters could follow me. My mother always told me when I had the chance to leave this place,go. Never look back.

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"Remember what I told you," my mother had told me while she was lying on her death bed.

"I remember mama," I said through my tears.

" Don't believe a word they say, once you have the chance you run. Never look back. Just Never Stop!" She had said her voice now weak, until it had turned into a faint whisper.

"Now's your chance babe, go." She told me " Don't let them get to you ill be fine you get yourself out of here, Now go!"

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It wasn't until a tear had hit my hand that i realised i was crying. I had no clue where to go. My mother was always the one to know what to do. Now that she wasn't with me i was clueless. I heard a scream that sounded all to familiar, my mom. I stopped in my tracks. I was minutes away from getting away from this dreadful place, but i just stopped. I jumped hearing the gun-shot i placed my hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming. My knees went weak and i fell to the ground. The flowers on the field blanketing me. Once i regained my strength i started to run again. Not towards freedom, no. Towards those monsters.

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The day that i had came here is one i remember well. My father had died in the war, leaving me and mom alone. Mom had no job, and the house i had spent my childhood in belonged to my father. With no other family or job we couldn't keep the house. I remember just walking along the streets with my mom trying to find a spare dollar or some change someone dropped just so we could eat.

One day we meant a man named Mr.Stevenson. He said that he would be willing to give my mom a job with him. He said that me and my mother would even get a place to live. He said other moms and children lived here. That it was a safe place. The children didn't even have to leave for schooling, it was all offered there. Some magical place. As soon as me and my mom had walked in he closed the door behind us. He pushed me onto the floor and started to kick me. My mother was about to pull him off of me but another man had stepped in front of her before she could do anything. I looked next to me seeing her on the floor too.

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I had been trapped here been abused here. Watch one of my bestfriends die here. Now that i was going to be free i went back. 12 years of being here this was my chance. My chance to get help and to make something of my life. My chance to make my parents proud. But i felt that leaving wouldn't do any of them justice. If i was to leave so were all the other people i had lived my life with here. I had to help all them to. I couldn't be the only person to escape. I couldn't tell people that i just let the others die. I had to be the one to make a difference.