The Scars She Hid From The World

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

Modern Revenge Scheming

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The sunlight, it's too bright everything is blurry and my head hurts. I finally sit up taking in my very blurry surroundings as my vision clears everything seems off.

The sounds of the village are in chaos, everyone is screaming in horror, and I also don't remember how I got here; or who I am.

All I know is that my head is bleeding and the world seems to be crashing down all at once.

　　"Luke" I hear but I don't know where it's coming from.

　　"Luke, come on we have to go!" All of a sudden a girl is taking me by the arm and pulling me down the streets of this strange place.

　Tripping and falling she's not letting me get my footing, there must be something wrong.

"What's going on?" I called out as we were running towards a heard of people

　　"You must have hit your head pretty hard if you don't remember, look we don't have time for reminders we have to keep moving, I'll explain everything when we get out of here." Not know if I should trust this strange girl pulling me down god knows where, but something just seems...right to follow her lead.

So I do, I follow her through all the rubble and falling pillars, to the gates that are being pulled apart by other civilians trying to leave this disintegrating place.

My head spun I thought I’d pass out but I pushed through to help pull away the breaking metal and debris.

With everyone's force, we finally got the gates open and continued running for a safe haven, or where ever it is that we were heading if any of that even exists.

Things got even more odd as trees are everywhere swallowing us whole, with adrenaline in our veins we continued to run. A woman ahead of me ran directly into the massive gap in the tree, and with a force of shock I fell backward for a brief moment, she never came out of the tree sputtered, and sprayed blood all over the field.

I stood up and maneuvered my way in and out of the trees, in this case we were to surely die, more and more civilians are being eaten and spit out from these horrid things we thought were trees.

A booming voice came over the forest and sent everyone running. "Run! leave the Forrest! Go!" We finally get out of the forest not looking back until the screaming stopped falling to the ground trying to catch my breath I dared to look back.

The survivors including the girl who brought me here all looked silently at ash where all the trees were. black snow falling in the sky with a withering old man with long white hair and a long white beard with a blue robe standing in the middle of the devastation.

　　"Do you not know what treants are? Where have you been for the past fifty years," The old man boomed; He started walking toward us with some sort of walking stick I have never noticed he had, until now, not that I had the time to really notice such minuscule things.

　　"Alright... come on no time for introductions if you want to survive this place." He said walking past all of us in a stride. We all stared at him not moving; he looked back.

　　"I know the way, follow me." So again I did as I was told to, I barely knew who I was I didn’t want to die as one of the nameless.

I decided to try and talk to the girl who brought me here.

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