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I am In a forest far from home. I am writing in an empty notebook from my backpack that I’m lucky they didn’t take. I am hungry and thirsty and sick, and my left leg is broken. They are searching for me. I don’t know when they’ll find me; I am supposed to be dead. I don’t even know why. I didn’t do anything wrong. I want this to be over. I want to go home, but I know I won’t.
I don’t even know how this all started.
In case this is found, save yourself. Get away from here, because they will find you. They’ll want you to be killed. By the time you are reading this, I will most likely be dead. As I write this my family and friends are being tortured, becoming their slaves because they have no choice. And the small town of Edinburgh, Virginia will be just another show for their heartless spectators, who will laugh at your expense. And its all my fault. If I had stayed quiet, didn’t let my curiosity get the best of me, then everything would be okay. But I did. And now they’re going to kill me and the rest of my family.
-Micki Stephens