• Everything was silent and you could swear you heard the earth turning. I had never experienced this kind of fear -even though there was no sound- My mind was racing and my heart was pounding so hard I could here it in my ears. I couldn’t remember what I was running from but I knew that if I didn’t move soon this would be my last day on earth. I jumped at the sound of running feet and took off. Letting my bare feet hit the ground relentlessly. My breathing was ragged and my thought's jumbled. I could here the other footsteps behind me. They were moving effortlessly as compared to my frantic steps. I picked up the pace feeling as though I was flying through these hideous wood. The smell of the cedar was starting to make me sick. The rocks I kept running over making my feet bleed. I was starting to loose feeling in my leg. The brisk cold wind slapping against my face as if angry that I would try to run away. I finally heard the footsteps stop and slowed to a stop holding close to a large tree.
    My throat was dry and soar and I could hardly. I knew that my poseur hadn’t stopped the chase but I needed to rest. I never knew that someone like me could end up in a situation like this. I had only wanted to watch the ritual but "they" insisted I joined. I felt a knot in my throat and the tears started I shouldn’t be crying I shouldn’t be standing there gasping for breath. I should have just stayed home and listened to my parents, I should have but I didn’t. Heard another noise behind me then everything went black. I knew it was over and I knew there was no more running so I didn’t fight back against the darkness that spread thru out my body.

    12 months earlier

    I stood in that room staring at the picture of my brother and me. It was hard to believe that we had actually changed that much. He was in collage now and I was having to move. Mom said that it would be a hassle for my brother for me to live with him. I knew it was true but my brother didn’t want to let me go. I would say that my brother had a reason but then I would be lying, and I don’t like to lie to. I still stared down at the picture of me and my brother my raven hair falling into my face and my pale hands gripping tighter and tighter as I stared down. I knew that I didn’t have a choice but I wanted to stay so bad, I would miss my brother and my mother knew that but she wanted me to leave anyway. I brushed the hair from my face and packed the picture into one of my many boxes…….