In The Dark

□TWENTY-FIVE□

Me and Wesley weaved around the trees, running toward the earth-shattering noise. Despite of the risks, and how we placed ourselves in peril, we still head forward.

It was all I wanted, what I needed to do: figure out what caused the scream.

Frantically, I started shouting my friends' name, "Ross! Anna!" I stared straight ahead, where a cloud of mists came rushing at us. Blinded, I stumble around, desperately reaching for anything to support my balance. Then I bumped into a wall. Landing on the dirt with an 'oof'! I jumped up to my feet.

All was white.

I looked at my feet, where Wesley was still struggling to stand up. I lit up like a light bulb, and dropped to the ground. "Don't stand up," I hissed. Behind his cupped mouth, the kid managed to whimper. "It is an exigency to stay silent," I demanded quietly, allowing my hand to slide off his mouth.

The mists rose up, so I could see clearly down here. Breathing shallowly, with my heart beating absurdly fast, I urged Wesley to hide behind the bark of a tree. Raising my finger to my lips, I reminded him silently to keep quiet. I put my hand behind my ear, motioning for him to listen meticulously.

"Put your hands up!"

Spooked at the demand, Wesley threw his long arms in the air. My hands clawed on his shoulders, staring into a timorous pair of eyes. His hands slapped his sides as his arms swung down quickly. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried not to scream in frustration. Who shouted that? What happened to Ross and Anna? His command wasn't toward us. Who else? I didn't want to answer my own question.

"We have to move," I whispered anxiously.

"Charge," Wesley corrected me.

I smiled and nodded, fretful. We sat up from hiding cowardly. I gave Wesley a little shake of my head. We separated, me heading to the left, him heading to the right. I crouched on the ground, squinting in the foggy air, searching for any sign of shoes. I was alert, concentrating. My ears perked up, ready to capture any noises.

Then I spotted a pair of shoes. Black tennis shoes. It shifted around the area, thoroughly penetrating. Breath hitched; pulse raising, I crawled over to the person. Anna's shoes was purple. Ross's was black. Was this him? Then I saw his hand. Deep in his palms, held tightly, was a weapon. A gun.

Sweating, I twirled around, ready to escape.

"Wait!"

I didn't obey. I stumbled and dashed through the woods blindly. Mists and clouds formed in my eyes. I swat a tear away. I couldn't see. Knowing it would slow down my speed, I knelt down, and started crawling my way. My velocity was suppressed. I had to cover and defend myself now.

Then a familiar voice: "Laur!"

I turned around so quickly that I lost my balance, losing my position, I fell on my butt. Ross's arms arrived by my side. I grabbed my assitence, and stood up. Meeting the mists once again, I suck in a deep breath and started sprinting. Footsteps were right behind us. He held my hand tight, supporting me.

I squeezed back, my mind blank, my destination nowhere. I was trapped between an impossible mission: to escape. Wasn't it my dream to break away from prison? I had accomplished it, but now what? I was stuck forever. I'm dragging innocent people along with me. I stopped in my tracks.

"What are you doing! Laura!" Ross pulled hard on my arm. I wouldn't budge.

Why not face the cruel world as it is? Why not accept that unfairness was in this world?

"Run if you want to run. I'm staying," I said nonchalantly.

He gave me a really, really, long stare.

Then without another word, he disappeared into the shadows in front of me, where a dozen triumphant men raged forward.

A/N-

Heheheheh hiiii

So my chaps are going to be a lot shorter than it normally is, due to school. ):

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Also I'm going to share a story with y'all:

mom: walks to a woman
Woman: hi! Oh, is this your daughter? She's grown so big! She's so pretty!
mom: suppress a smirk
me: *awkward*
Woman: you're in junior high right? Those boys are really naïve. And you have to be careful, since you're pretty. Don't. Get. Boyfriends. My daughters are allowed to get boyfriends once they're in college. And they have to be home before 8:30
me: *awkward*
mom: suppress a smirk
Woman: these boys...they want to have way more the friendship. Don't let them.
mom: yes. and at this age, she definitely thinks boys are childish
me: *thinks* uhhh
Woman: laughs and waved
me and mom: wave back and leave

Okay um forgive me for being awkward and weird. Hopefully the grammars are right bc I typed it rly fast ahahah

Btw this is nottttt a true story. <<<<<<<<

Okay um
Lysm bwye :*

-Tiffany