I woke up in the loft of a barn covered and surrounded by hay. I wiped myself off and put on my jacket and weapons, we didnt own guns only bows and knives. I arm myself and slowly climb down as to not alert the owners I've stayed the night here. When I reach the bottom I hear a slow clap and I about face to see them. A boy and a girl I dont know who they are really but I know dream me went fight or flight and so did they. We fought unevenly for a few minutes and the whole time I was in grief and I dont know why. Suddenly I throw my hands up and cry as I scream "f*** it I dont care anymore, if you want me dead then kill me see if I care!" And turned my back on them walking to the barn exit. I see a glimpse of the old man through his window and he doesnt look happy. As I'm analysing his face I hear the release of two bow strings and feel two sickining thuds as the arrows meet my back, only I didnt find the noise sickining.. I found it satisfying. As i reach behind me i pull out the arrows, I hear two more bows of the direction of the house but never look up. I'm crying as I take off and run towards the front of the ranch. I run until the bleeding stops me. I hold the arrows close as I fall and curl up on the ground still crying. The old man rides his horse up next to me and she sniffs me as he climbs down. He leans in next to my ear and whispers something as I pass out. I didnt hear it.
I wake up on his soft couch finding myself in just a bra and my dirty jeans but a blanket gently covers my cold body. I turn my head to look at him knowing if I moved my back id be crying. He looks up from cleaning two arrows and says, "I'll see you next time kid, you're always welcome here." And I wake up in real life in a cold sweat ten minutes before my alarm is supposed to go off.
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