Running.
We are running.
We are in a forest in the middle of the night.
Tree branches scratch our bodies as we ran by.
Yelling. Gunfire.
Someone's yelling. Someone's shooting.
"Run run little kids before I blow off your heads!"
A maniac laugh is heard.
Only this time it isn't one of us who is laughing.
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Kill For Me
AcciónSometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night and I remember. I remember my first day. The panic. The thrill. Him. "Do it." "Do it, Maddie". Sometimes, it's all I hear.
