Forever Running (ON HOLD)

3 - Who am I?

 *It's finished again!!! Personally, I think this one is much better than the original. Please someone tell me if it sucks or doesn't or is just average. I really want to know!*

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~Your past defines who you are. There is no escaping it, only facing the consequences it will always,  undoubtedly, bring.

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 3 - Who am I?

I stayed up in that tree for what seemed like hours, but I didn't really have any way of knowing.

After an extreme amount of continuous searching I had to come to terms with the fact that my mind was completely blank. This had gone on for a while, and it began to become clear that it wasn't only my various injuries that were giving me an excessively hard time, but a massive migraine had been caused due to the constant scavenging that was taking place in my brain. Already, I had gone through my pockets 3 times looking for a bottle of aspirin without even a shimmer of luck. In fact, there was absolutely nothing in my pockets at all.

"Urgh!" I screamed in frustration sending a flock of nearby birds into the wintry sky. It had also sent a ever-growing throb into my skull. "Ow..."

I must have gotten into the tree sometime in the late morning because I had watched the sun dance across the sky as it was now beginning to set in the West.

With the sun fading away, the temperature was dropping to an even more unbearable almost wintry degree. Night was creeping up and it was probably best to sleep.

Achingly, I curled up in a ball, wrapping my sweatshirt around my shivering body and tried to relax.

Not long after I felt something poking my breast.

"What the hell?" I shuffled around and it made a crackling noise like paper. Sitting up again, I reached into my shirt and felt around for whatever was there.

I felt extremely awkward having to feel myself up. "Thank God no one's here." I thought, quickly looking around to make sure. Yep, except for a pretty perverted squirrel that happened to be staring at me.

After completely groping my boob, I found a small piece of paper hidden in my bra.

There was barely enough light to make out the messily written words. I had to squish up my eyes, and then I could barely read it. 'Lauren, you need to get out before he finds you!'

 "What?" Lauren? He? Get out?

I hadn't noticed that my migraine had gone away, but as soon as I read the paper, it magically reappeared! Just like before, I began to feel light headed, and I had to tighten my grip on the tree.

When I pulled my hands back, the small piece of parchment flew from my fingers and onto the ground.

"Ugh, dammit!" My leg had never been bleeding too badly, so I felt, with a small amount of confidence, I would be able to get down there.

Carefully, lowering myself down to test out the first branch, that had originally almost been my undoing, I placed my foot down. I knew I didn't have too much time before it would begin to crack again. I leaned down, grasped the branch firmly and dropped.

It was not the graceful maneuver I had been going for. Especially, seeing as I had fallen squarely onto my butt. "Ow!"

The piece of paper had landed only a few feet away from where I was, so I didn't even have to get up to reach it. I twisted my arm around and picked it up.

I had no idea what I should be doing or whether I should even be taking this mysterious note seriously, so I ended up simply staring at it. Something didn't seem right about. I felt around the edges to make sure I was seeing all that there was. Almost instantly, I noticed that the top of the paper really wasn't an end, but a crease. I hurriedly unfolded it to read what was on the inside. 'JUST RUN! JUST FUCKING RUN!' These words were even more messily written as if whoever had written them was in a hurry to finish. "What the hell?" Saying I was surprised, would a complete understatement.

'Cr-cr-cr...' From somewhere in the dense trees that surrounded me, I heard the sound of fallen leaves crunching.

I stood up and spun around, my head turning in every possible direction I could make it go.

"Wh-who's there?" I whispered, afraid I might get an answer.

"Ha ha!" A man chuckled from about 20 feet behind me. I could see absolutely nothing through the trees, and the fact that it was almost pitch black did not help my case. "You make this too easy Lauren!" I turned and heard the voice coming from my left. "Do you want to be stuck with me forever?" He seemed to be circling me.

"Excuse m-me? I-I don't know wh-what you're talking a-about." But something was painstakingly familiar about his deep voice and smooth words.

Some more crackling was coming from my right. "Of course you don't." There was a long and agonizing pause before the man sighed deeply and began to speak once more. "Now Lauren, why don't we head back to the cabin and get reacquainted?"

My mind was shut down all I felt was fear. I began to shake uncontrollably. The note came to mind, and I began to wish that I had listened to it from the start. I was helpless, and there was nothing I could do about it.

"You could try to run again, that's always fun!" A deep laugh filled the air around me. I had all but given up on trying to find out where he was hiding.

Even though I knew at this point it was probably impossible, I began to hope for a case of mistaken identity. "I-I'm s-s-sorry, but I th-think you h-have the wr-wrong p-person!" The shaking had only gotten worse, and it had now become even more apparent in my voice.

"Oh, no sweetheart. You're definitely the one I'm looking for." As the words came to my ears, he came out from behind a tree directly in front of me. "So. Let's go back to the cabin." He suddenly became monotone and commanding. There wasn't even a trace of the hysterics of before.

Something seemed oddly familiar about him, but I was too busy looking for a way out to pay attention to that. I walked backwards slowly, trying to enlarge the distance between us.

"Please don't try." Up until now, I hadn't noticed the gun that was hidden behind his back.

I immediately stopped moving. My thoughts were doing back flips and handsprings inside my head. "What's going on?"

"Come with me and I'll tell you who you are." This guy must of been psychopathic, seeing as he had gone through amused to commando to absolutely calm.

All I could do was shake my head. I would never trust him, but he had said something that I hadn't thought about.

Who am I?

I took one final step back and heard the gun fire. Blackness consumed me.

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