Mine and only mine

Mine and only mine

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I was running through... a forest? it seemed like, I don't know why I was running nor what I was running from. My legs were in pain, yelling at me to stop running but I knew I couldn't. I must be running for a reason, But couldn't I just fight back? no, if I could I wouldn't be running. I was panting profusely, how long have I been running? then of course... I tripped, over nothing. I turned around hearing branches break and foot steps getting closer, I tried to stand up but I somehow cut my knee pretty bad so it hurt to bend it. I turned around and faced the way the foot steps where coming from then someone grabbed my shoulder I quickly turned around to face a man wearing... a hockey mask?
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My Woods

'"What are you doing here?!" I scolded. "What are you doing here?!" Hunter said. "You didn't answer my question!" I said to him. He looked at me and I knew what was coming next. He suddenly turned from furious to comforting. "What's is this place?" He whispered and opened his arms. I examined him cautiously before breaking and running into his arms. I cried against his strong build. He stroked my hair and whispered repetitively, "Its ok. I'm here now. Don't worry. I'm all yours."' Everyone has to start somewhere. My life started without a dad. People change their minds and people make mistakes. My mom did just that when she left me at four years old with my Great Aunt Lorie. I know where my mom lives, but I wish I didn't. Don't get me wrong, I still love her to death, but sometimes...forgiveness...is hard to give out...to everyone. 'I jumped over the river that I had never crossed before. I heard my mom calling my name behind me, but I ignored her. Tears streamed down my face. Now, on the other side of the river, I was in a forest, jumping over logs and fallen tree trunks, pushing leaves out of my face. I stopped when I finally felt fully isolated. I sat down on a small rock and cried and cried and cried. I guess this is where I will stay for now. I guess these are just my woods for now. Just my woods for now.'

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