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'Oh crap'

Oh crap. That's the last thing I remember saying, it's also the last thing I remember hearing and it was what I was thinking now. I'm not sure what happened but currently I was over the shoulder of someone, I think it was a guy from his body shape but I couldn't be sure, and he was running/slash carrying me away from whatever caused me to say/think 'oh crap'

That's the thing about my life almost none of it makes any sense, that's the simplest way I can put it right now or I could say:
'Nothing ever makes any bloody sense' both statements would most likely be under my name in a dictionary. Yeah that's my life one messed up insanity after another I guess it works out me being a 'mentally damaged patient' well that's what the doctors say but I like the term 'insane' much much better.

My name is Jane Fletcher and I am completely insane, well slightly.

So as I was saying I was being carried by this guy away from something that probably wanted to:
A: test me and use my body for experiments or
B: kill me
Makes perfect sense right?
I raised my hand to my forehead, it felt wet and sticky. I must have been hit over the head, I thought to myself and sure enough when I took my hand away it was covered in blood. I sighed and wiped it off on my jacket sleeve. When I turned my head slightly upwards to try and see anything I couldn't really see anything apart from some close by trees. 'It must be nighttime' I thought and looked back down at my carriers feet.
After a while of running he begin to slow down. I could tell he was tired from his heavy breathing so I slipped off his shoulder quickly before he could gain enough strength to keep me there. Once I was down he instantly sat down, yeah he was defiantly tired, his forehead was beading with sweat and he looked like he would pass out at any second. I looked down at him, my mind suddenly racing at who he was. Light brown hair, warm chocolate brown eyes, a small scar over his left eyebrow and even though he was sitting I could tell he was around my height probably taller. Then it snapped it my mind, I knew who he was he was my twin brother Johnny.

Everything fell into place when I realised that. Johnny and me had been hiding out at an old abandoned factory for the night when some people came. They try'd to take me but I could easily take them all on, especially with the help of Johnny. Then I think one of the people trying to get managed to hit my head knocking me unconscious. From there on its a blur, Johnny picking me up, him running away, running for a really long time and now we're here

He looked back up at me with his same smile that just seemed to make me smile, which I don't do my life was an is pretty crap but just having Johnny here with me seemed to lighten it up, give me hope. He had that effect on everyone.

"You alright bro?" I asked him, sitting down next to him against the tree.

"Yeah jus-just tired" he said shakily, he was still breathing heavily. I could tell he needed a break honestly we both did.
I looked around the area. It was pretty dark and I could just see the star above us. This place was perfect and peaceful.

"We'll stay here tonight, get some rest I'll take first watch" I said to Johnny

"What no I *yawn* I-I can take..." He trailed off, falling asleep. I kissed his forehead and wrapping my jacket a bit tighter around me, slipping my knife out as I did so. As Johnny slept my thoughts turned, he was the only one who brought out the good it me, kept me stable when all I'd want to do it break. I wish more people were like him, then the world would be a nicer place but I guess as long as there's people like me well the world is just going to stay at war with itself. So sad yet so amusing at the same time.