I've Got Scars Too.

Chapter one

Kyras POV

Oww. I couldn't think after the crash. Thinking is too much energy, I just want to sleep. Then everything blacked out.

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"Ugg" I groaned as I tried to push myself up, but I couldn't move. I was to tired. All of my body aches, and I couldfeel some of my skin burning from sliding across the earth. I knew I was gonna have bruises and that I was covered in dirt- well even more now...

...I knew I was finally free, but not for long if I stayed here.

I was trying to move but it hurt, well that's what happens when- when, gah, I had to blink my eyes a few big times to try and refocus my view before the black dots took over. When I finally got my eyes back to normal, I was still in terrible pain. My head was throbbing, and I couldn't move; I just wanted to sleep. The smell of the burning escape pod was making me dizzy, and, for the most part, I could feel where my body was broken and cut. My bones didn't seem to be broken. I could smell burning metal, burning gas, burning hair and flesh. My hair wasn't on fire anymore, but the ends were burnt. My skin wasn't currently on fire so I was doing ok-ish.

I could feel my eyelids getting extremely heavy, they pulled down and fell shut.

NO, I can't stop now. I'm free. I've got to stay free. I've got to do everything I can to survive. I'm not going to die, not here, not now.

I pushed my body up, my barely healed wounds threatening to tear open further. Grabbing anything I could salvage crime the wreck, I forced myself as far away of the crash as I could get; I won't let the galra find me, not now. I pushed myself as far into the forest as I could get. all I had was a small knife I took from one of the galra, and some rope. I saw a tree that looked hidden enough, so I started to climb as high as I could. The morning, well at least I think its morning, fog crowded around my mangled hair. The woods were still damp. I reached up for the next branch, and my hand hit wet moss that grew from the old tree. I despretly scratched for another branch, but I slipped, and I fell, hitting my head on a rock.

No, go away I don't want these stupid black dots in my vision, I could see the trees, I could hear the footsteps. No! they couldn't have found me already. How long had I been out when I was still at the crash sight.

I squized my eyes tight and wispered through clenched teeth "they were worse than this to you, you can make it, and even if you can't it's still better than with Hagar, that evil witch who abused you, and even if you died it would be okay since you didn't really have anything to live for, my family's all gone, and you don't make friends in that place--not by choice but because it would be too hard if they, if they... died." I needed my tiny pep talk, I needed to survive.

I pushed myself up and back into the thick branches of the trees. Then I used to rope to tie myself down so I wouldn't fall. I drifted off not knowing if I would make it out alive...