Chapter One

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Thomas P.O.V

I limped down the same dusty road every day, towards the one place I felt accepted—the Forrest. Tall, thick, autumn-coloured trees were the only thing the eye could see when you attempted to glance at the clouded white sky.

The Forrest was a never-ending maze that none knew but me. My black shoes with massive holes in both bottoms, my dark blue, dirty jeans to ripped from running, and my ripped black t-shirt exposing my chest were covered in crimson blood and dirt, from the gash that started under my peck to the top of my right hip, and my dirty, denim jacket... I lost that shit somewhere while running home before it got too dark.

I limped as fast as I could away from the problem, hoping to find relief anywhere that was inside the Forrest.

As I stepped into the Forrest, something caught my gaze. A person. I panicked and limped toward my hideaway.

" HELP... SOMEBODY PLEASE," a man cries, his voice creaking with every word, wanting help, but it was something I couldn't afford; no one had been in here for ages and the fact that someone, I'd didn't think they could be trusted.

"HELLO," the man cries with hope, having spotted me.

"Shit", I mutter under my breath... I've been caught.

It was black as night. How did he spot me? My eyesight is weird, so that I could see almost anything, matter, light, no not.

I quickly turned around to face my hideaway when I heard the sound I didn't want to hear—the crunching of dry leaves that covered the dirt on the ground.

Running was going to be my only option since the guy didn't know what I looked like. It wasn't like he would find me again...right..right.

I ran past everything I had become so familiar with into something that felt wrong and cold. I entered Hunters Land. I take a glance at the surroundings. Different colours of flowers were dead. Healthy green trees were painted red with blood. Rumour said that if you listened close enough, you could hear the screams and yelps for help.

Hunters Land is as scary as it sounds. This is where they go to find children or animals with no home and put them into a terrifying, dark place where you won't be seen anywhere again.

I was in there once. I am the only living known person to escape. That is why no one wants to be held knowing where I live or what I look like because they can be done for who knows what.

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