Sweat crawled down my cheek, stopping every now and again, almost mockingly. Mocking me because I never sweat and it wanted to make the moment last and it felt like it did. How was I meant to know if I killed anyone? It's pitch black, I have no idea where I am and
HOW THE HELL DID I GET A KNIFE?
I don't know, the simple answer, an I never will know because at the moment I am running. Running to get away, running for freedom and most importantly RUNNING FOR MY LIFE! There was no way I was going to come back here, no way whatsoever!
CRASH!! What was that? Why am I now lying on the floor? Getting up, I feel dizzy, as if I've just had concussion or something. I walk forward only a few steps though and CRASH!!!
... I'm on the floor again. I feel around, there is something big and chunky in front of me, sort of spread out and very prickly.
Oh, wait I'm underground it must be a root but how am I going to get past this immense root? I feel around my body and in my pockets, looking for anything I could use.
What's this?? My pocket is bulged, there is something big in it, oh, I still have the knife. Sliding the knife out of the hole in my trousers that we humans call pockets. The knife, glimmering in the darkness plunges into the immense strip of whiteness. Walking forward and cutting at the same time is hard, but I managed and I got past, eventually. But at least I got past!
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Falling...
Mystery / ThrillerKate Onion, an ordinary girl, hates life. She always wants to know what it feels like to be invisible, where no one feels your presence. The day she gets a chance, she jumps at it. She soon regrets but there is no turning back now!
