Run Girl, Run

°°Chapter Eight°°

I had moved yet again and was now living in the suburbs of California. It was peaceful and quiet, with nothing but fields for miles. The stalks of wheat billowed in the gentle breeze. I parked my car at the edge of a semi-dense woods. I slammed the door shut, and the car rattled. My stomach was making vicious growling noises, like a hungry tiger threatening to eat anything that came its way.

I had grown awfully skinny. I swear I shedded 10 pounds. I had dark circles under my eyes, with no makeup to hide them. In fact, I didn't own anything at all except the clothes on my back and a few items in my old, beat up car. My hair was matted and tangled. I looked like a sorry excuse for a human being.

I trudged through the woods, recalling hazy memories of my life before the incident. I remembered my mom and her kind, easy smile. Her eyes smiled even when her mouth wasn't, twinkling when she was happy. I sighed heavily, wanting nothing more than to be in her arms again.

I heard the sound of leaves rustling somewhere close by. Immediately I shrunk back into the shadow of a tree. The leaves rustled some more and I held my breath. A boy emerged, a back pack hoisted over one shoulder. I let my breath out, and the boy turned his head in my direction. He crept closer and closer, a mix between fear and curiosity settled in his eyes.

     “Come on out." he coaxed gently. “I'm not gonna hurt you." I highly doubted that bit. You can't just trust someone you don't even know and expect it to be safe.

     “How do I know you're not out to kill me?" I questioned suspiciously. He laughed, and his laugh was, to my surprise, musical and melodic.

     “Why would a 19 year old want to kill a girl he's just met in the middle of the woods?"

     “Oh, you'd be surprised…" I muttered under my breath.

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