What's That Noise?

The woods

It's been over a month since I ran away from the police,it turns out that I'm the number one on the police "to find" list. And apparently they told everyone in the public if they see me,to shot me on sight. As I walk through the woods, my school uniform has multiple tears,and scratches on it. And my white button-up top, not so white anymore. It's more dried blood than anything else. "Over here!" I heard someone yell. I began to run,leaping over roots in the ground. All of a sudden it starts again."Grace..." the voices are raspy,and almost terrifying. "Grace...." the voices continue again. "Stop." I whisper. "Grace...." "Please stop..." my eyes begin to burn, tears burn down my face."Grace...." the voices keep on getting louder and louder. The trees begin to shake back and forth. I run into a tree. I'm knocked to the ground. "GRACE!" The voices almost begin to yell. "Stop.Stop.STOP!" I scream. Startled by a hand touching my shoulder. It's a guy. Two of them to be exact. I know I must look like a mess. A messy looking girl,dried mud and blood on her face,whose crying. He seems concerned about me. He reaches his hand out to me. I didn't know what to do. So I just sat there and stared at his hand. His hand was so clean,practically sparkling. After what seemed like a life time, I let him help me up. I was so shaking that when he helped me up,I feel over into his chest. And feel asleep.