The wind whistled and my feet ran faster then ever. What the heck was I doing. I ran into the bushes. I'm guessing I ran for over 45 minutes... My heart pounded in my chest and my ears echoed. I grabbed a stick and rubbed it against the tree until it was sharp. With that I rubbed it and rubbed it against the hit metal until finally the glass around the tracker broke. There was no way I would be able to break the metal off so I broke the glass so that the tracker would stop working. I got up and ran some more. When I finally came to a small stream, I came down on my knees and gulped up water. The ice cold water, gliding down my throat, felt so nice. I walked for a couple more minutes before finding a small, wooden, building. I opened up the door, and crawled in. I attempted to lock the door but it just closed silently. I laid down on the ground and closed my eyes.
********Next morning********
I woke up and felt amazing. My back and shoulders were a little bit sore but that didn't help me from jumping up. I ran to the door, and walked out. I knelt down beside a tree and peed. I out a messy bun in my hair and walked to the same tree I did yesterday. I pulled out my PINK VS hoodie, and revealed my grey PINK VS tank top. I washed my face with the ice cold water, and dried it with the hoodie. I started to gallop away while tying the hoodie around my hips. I walked for no lie at least 4 hours. I FINALLY came to a small, tiny, street. The houses looked scary and haunted. I ran up to one and banged on the door over and over. Nobody answered so I ran to the next one.
"Hello" a sweet, cheery voice answered.
"Help help phone 911" I cried dashing into the house.
I picked up the phone and dialed the number.
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Kidnapped
HorrorThe wind whistled and my heart pumped. I must have been running for at least 10 minutes. When I finally thought I was safely hidden in a children's treehouse in the middle of the woods, I felt a hand slam over top of my mouth. I tried to scream, run...
