Broken and Bruised

Broken and Bruised

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Flashback * 12 years ago "Mommy! Daddy! Come and find me!" Mommy, Daddy, and I were playing hide and seek. I was hiding they were seeking. I was winning because I've been hiding for about an hour. Normally they found me really fast, but not this time. Thats when I heard the scream. It sounded like Mommy. Then again, and I knew it was her. So I ran from behind the tree, up the hill, and into the back yard. I see Daddy standing there with a panicked look on his face and Mommy on the ground bleeding. He looks over at me and then he tells me to run, never look back, and to change my name. I start running and I hear a gun shot. I never looked back.
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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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