"Running was all I ever remember doing. Running away from everyone and everything. I'm lost, and I can't be found anymore."
All I could see were branches right before they hit or scraped me. My arms were bloody from scratches, and my legs sore from running. I don't remember where I am or where I'm going, but I know that I'm running from something that can't be outrun. I eventually approached a small cabin that's probably used as a holiday home. So tired from running, I climbed into some bushes just off of the overgrown path and fell asleep. Telling myself, "If it comes, I run into the house, for I will be safe there." Not wanting to look behind me knowing it was curious about me.
I woke up in a cold sweat that night. I might've screamed, but I couldn't remember. When I opened my eyes the shadow was the only thing on my mind.
This was the night it started; the voices and flashes of vision that didn't come from my own eyes. At twelve years old I didn't think it mattered too much, so I didn't tell anyone. I still don't know if that was a mistake or not.
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