"Mr.Malik? What do you remember?"
She spoke but I couldn't hear her. My tongue somehow goes numb, not a word escapes my white lips. my face is still pale, my mind and thought process completely shutting out the reporter.
I observe my surroundings, trees.
Trees for miles, a couple of crunching leaves beneath my feet as I begin to walk away. She perpetually calls my name. Yet, still, I walk.
I have no idea where i'm going, and if i'm being honest, anywhere besides here will avail.
Soon i'm met by a man with a notepad and trench coat, sparking me of a reporter or investigator. I try my best to avoid him, walking past him without taking one glance back.
"Run."
My mind is playing tricks on me. I push the voice away and continue to make my way towards the GMC parked conveniently in front of our campsite. The campfire was no longer lit with a fire that changed like the colors of a chameleon, but was scattered the ashes and smoke left behind.
I need something to calm me down, too much has happened tonight. Far too much.
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I take a sip of my tea, observing the faces that surrounded me; voices filled with laughter. I smile at the memories of me and Ethan joking around, having a good time. Flashes of our feet hitting the ground, trees surrounding us, screams being heard.
"Run."
"Don't stop running."
"Ethan what the hell is going on?"
"I can't explain it all. Please, just trust me."
and at that moment I actually did. Now, though, now I have just been left with nothing to answer my question, but my thoughts, and those bloody flashbacks.
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So sorry that was so short but it's only the first chapter, and i thought it'd be a good way to end it.
I will usually have at least 500 words in the chapter before publishing it so no worries
