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The breath I allowed myself to take hitches and suddenly I feel as though I'm going to vomit. My eyes rapidly look for the nearest escape - but he's just too close. Hands trembling, legs shaking, heart pounding, chest burning, I leap to a stand and take off as fast as I can, with no specific destination.
Just. Get. Away.
My boot catches on an uprooted tree, sending me face first into the dirt. I start thrashing around in the dead leaves on the forest floor - effortlessly trying to get up. But before I can, a heavy force pushes me down. A rough hand grabs my hair and lifts my head upwards, making me arch painfully under my attacker's weight. I feel a hot breath by my ear and a cold, sharp object touches my neck...
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Ember Smith has the same, horrible nightmare every time she shuts her eyes - until one day, the dark story that her mind tells her every single night becomes a reality.
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