Don't Wait For Me

My name is one of the only things keeping me alive. I'm sure that I'm still being hunted, and I'm positive that changing my name and leaving behind my old life was the only thing to do. But if I'm so sure, then why does it hurt so bad?

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I scanned the empty field with my eyes, taking in every detail. My breath came out in a puff of white cloud. My coat was ripped and torn, and my boots were at least a size too small. Why am I back here? Why was I here if I knew I should be somewhere else, anywhere else. I knew what my instructions were, and I knew I was breaking all the rules. I didn't know why I didn't care, I guess it just happened. I found myself moving out into the open uneasily. I looked over my shoulder every few seconds and flinched whenever my boot crunched in the little bit of snow left on the ground.

Everything was bare and the ground showed signs of recent fires and there were piles of what used to be houses all over the place. I crumbled to my knees and picked up a fist full of snow. I wanted to scream really loud for as long as I could. But I knew I couldn't do that.

I was in the ashes of my hometown. Where I used to run and play...where my family was. It looked like no one had survived the fires that must have been here just days before. It all looked pretty recent and I was compelled to go and search the trees for survivors when I stopped abruptly.

Just feet from me was a large boot print. I quickly went over to investigate it. It seemed somewhat fresh in the soft mud. I looked to where the next one should've been but all that was there was a patch of perfectly white snow. I sighed in exasperation. That makes no sense whatsoever.

I stood up ready to get out of the open and back into the safety of the trees when I heard it:

The sound of a twig snapping behind me.

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~Holly