I breathed hard as I ran through the trees, turning left, then right. I was lost, but I couldn't stop. Behind me, I could hear the crunch of the autumn leaves beneath the feet of my pursuers. Screams and shouts echoed through the forest, gunshots whizzed by, followed by a deep voice. "Don't kill her, the commander wants her alive!" his voice boomed. "Experiment 2019 cannot get away!" Was that me? Was I Experiment 2019? I didn't stop to find out.
Minutes went by, then hours. I couldn't tell how much time had passed. The sun had gone down awhile ago, the moonlight flooding the forest and lighting a path, weaving through the trees.
Then it was silent.
I stopped, my feet aching and ankles bruised. Silence. My feet had calluses, scrapped raw from the rough ground. The white nightgown was tattered and torn, the thorns and branches clawed away the smooth silk. I walked forward, not sure where I was, or which way to go.
A branch snapped behind me, and I whipped around. A figure emerged from behind a nearby tree, and I turned to run.
"Wait!", his voice cried out, "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Who? Who are you?" I stammered.
YOU ARE READING
The Truth and the Lies
Teen FictionThe story of the journey to remember what has been lost and to never forget what has been found.
