Holding my Breath

Holding my Breath

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We didn't create this path that laid down before our glimmering eyes. Not single inch. The autumn leaves filled the sides of the polished black road as a clear aisle way was cleared for our entering. It made you hesitate, rethinking your every move as your breath was coming out as white smoke in the chilled and crisp air. My hands gripped the fabric of my jeans to stop the trembling. My breathing was uneven as you could hear the words try to make their way out but no sound hit my lips. No vibrations but just the cool wisp of piney air. Looking behind me wasn't going to stop the anticipation and looking to the side of me wasn't going to save me. Not this time. Maybe not ever. Again. So I stared at the cleared road ahead of me. There was no signs to pointing me to it and there was nobody to conjor my thoughts and actions for me this time. I was in this by myself.
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She....I....... I was running through the thick branches, pushing the leaves out of my way with all my might. I had to get away. The wet, brown, ground made it easier for me to slip and let her red, chilling hands slip around my innocent, scarred body, not knowing where she would take me next. I was almost out of breath, but I had to keep running if I wanted to make it out of this forest alive. My red dress was getting torn to shreds, and my hands and feet had mud all over them. My long, bushy brown hair was getting hooked on every possible branch, making me push my hair in the back of my dress, just like I used to when I was forced to cook everyday for my loathsome 'parents'. Returning back to the real world, I had to stop otherwise I would black out. I took a few seconds to catch my breath silently, and to look around to see if she was there behind me. I was looking up at the tall, old tree when I heard a twig snap behind me. Just like in the horror films. I turned and ran in the same direction, not daring to look back and see her wretched face fixed on my body. I sprinted and sprinted, but slowed down when I saw I was heading to nowhere but a ragged cliff. The unknown would me known if I continued to run and jump. I stopped two metres away from the cliff and looked down to see a valley so far down. If I jump..... I die. If I let her take me..... the unfair horribleness awaits me. I had no choice. I jumped.

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