Malachi (On Hold)

Malachi (On Hold)

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When I was six I woke up in the field behind my grandparent's farm. My parents were dead and everyone else had gone mad. The investigators told me it was an animal attack. Aunt Red, my only sane relative, never spoke of it. She took me away, changed our names, created a whole new life for us. Years passed without incident. Then something happened. An animal attack: killed several students, left the rest raving about wicked beasts with fangs. Like my family. The next day Red had us heading for another town. Except something is different now. I hear them in my head, people no one else hears. That's not all. Red's been keeping secrets. Secrets about my past. Secrets about the "fanged beasts." Secrets that will decide whether I live or die.
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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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