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CHAPTER ELEVEN the doctors are in
HIS HEART IS POUNDING WILDLY.He sprints through the forest like an untamed beast, his breathing untimed and out of rhythm. Along either side of him, the browns and greens of leaves blur becoming one giant oil painting that shows the picture of a dense forest filled with haunting secrets and misfortune. Strangely it doesn't take him long to escape the clutches of terror, he is faster than usual which serves as a fortunate surprise in his time of need.
The thoughts in his head are muddled and wrong, the timeline out of order but one. One memory, one need breaks through the surface, surfing on the waves of anguish tauntingly. He yearns for it to become clearer and for it to make a drop of sense but it won't. So he keeps running to the location that seems like a dream away. To the person who causes hope to blossom.
The boy is at a main road now, the noise from the area rips his ears to shred, he wants rid of them, he doesn't want to hear this much. Theres a cry and he knows its from himself but again he stumbles across the road, causing drivers and onlookers to gasp at the sight. The sweat drips from his forehead, a sheen left behind and he keeps moving.
Hope grows stronger and eventually reaches every inch of his being, just like how he has reached his destination. Its quieter here, the white noise isn't so loud its just the nature. The insects that crawl on the floor. He stops outside the door, its a pristine white and he places his bloody hand against it for support. he has no care for mannerisms right now only for the person on the other side, he needs to see them only they can help.
He listens to movement on the other side, which cause flashes of events to attack his mind, are they memories? Either way, the force is so powerful it causes him to sway and collapse onto his knees in a heap. The steps become more rushed and soon he is met with the cool soothing air from inside the house.
Above him a boy stares down in shock, he to collapses onto his knees begging to see the face of the heap on the floor. But the face is instantly recognisable.
"Cameron?"
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NAOMI CAN HEAR THE RAIN BATTERING AGAINST HER WINDOW. The torrential downpour had became somewhat soothing as she kept herself busy with homework that in all honesty had already been completed. It was quite ordinary to find Naomi keeping her mind occupied as of late, the news of other creatures, hunters and weird occurrences not just being that had in Naomi's opinion ruined her life. She wasn't going to lie and say that she didn't flinch every time she walked out of the door, the unknown was out there and not knowing brought a great tidal wave of fear over Naomi.
