I do nothing, I'm afraid that after abandoning him in the forest he will want to kill me, or worse. He looks at me and squints until he says, "oh god are you ok? Here come with me." It seems that he doesn't recognize me, with the sun gone and the white moonlight only giving an outline of everything.
He then holds out his hand and gestures for me to grasp it. I grab it and he pulls me up, and I gasp because of the pain running up my arm. He then says,"Here, come with me, my house is close by." I say nothing, afraid that he will recognize me and I wish to run, but my body is to weak because of my wound. We slowly begin to make our short journey to his house and after about five minutes I see light and a small house with warm colors on its old walls.
As we approach he looks at me, but still cannot see the full features of my face. I try to hide under my long thick brown hair as much as I can, but it falls to my back occasionally. My heart pounds as we enter the house. He then lays me on the couch and lifts my face so he can see it, and then he freezes.
"It's....you", is all he says as he looks at me with bug-like eyes and an angry expression on his face. My heart pounds inside of my chest, almost bursting out of my body. My breathing increases it's once steady pace, until my vision blurs and my head starts to spin, and then, I black out.
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I know this chapter is really short, but I'm sick today and my mind is thinking weird today. Anyways, can you guys guess who it is that she found or that found her? I think it's pretty obvious, but I won't give anything away. Anyways, thanx for reading and please follow or just leave comments and vote!
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