Friday, January 31, 2014


"Continuing on, disoriented in fear, I bolt in the wrong direction. The ground crunches below me; twigs and branches reach out to tug at my clothes and hair, clawing at my skin as I frantically brush them away. I'm finding it difficult to move with shaking limbs, my whole body vibrating with terror. My churning stomach collapses on itself making me want to double over and drop to my knees. I'm not going to make it back to my parents' house..."






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