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outside in the dark, but I was with

ime. Dad had spotted it and was really working hard to lose it, it wasn't working every curve he made, and the van was right behi

n't get a glimpse of anything. I exhaled desperately looking at my parents through the rare view

thing. If you make it out of here run an

and clean, it looked deadly. I swallowed hard painfully feeling hell crazy about holding such a deadly weapon i

lose that weap

y d

n't

omething and the knife dropped off my hand. Warm fluid trickled from my forehead my world was darkening and I fought hard against t

s mom,

! Da

look at except mom's lifeless body. Dad was n

t digging into my waist I didn't bother to remove it. I tapped my mother's cold cheek she didn't twitc

aving me mother?" I begged wearily but nothing happened. She didn't move or anything, she was still, cold and lifeless. Tears welled more

you better leave..." a

n more. I could see nothing in the dark veil of darkness, except a dark body of the van that was following us behind driven away deep into the darkness. Fighting my tears that did nothing good other than make me lose hope even more, I tightened my grip against the knife and made a step into the darkness. Just then a

I began striding, then a jog, then I was running, deep further and further into the dark silent ghostly forest. There was no sound in the dark flora of the fore

What did it want? Where

I always watched back home, was my life now a horror? Would I die? Could

ongest man I do ever met in my whole life, he can't just be digested by such a nasty thing. He's alive, he m

, I slowed down to a jog then my shoulders slumped I could do no better than

er a bundle of twigs and fell face down. The knife slipped off my hands landing some distance away from me. I could see its shiny blade throu

the tension was unbearable, the sound of twigs breaking silently was distinct in my ears. I closed my eyes trying to focus on the source of the sound. Just then something hit me from the back I fell to my knees the

an. He surely got pissed off, he grabbed my hair I squealed and he slammed me against a tree. I screamed, he surely wanted to kill me, I dropped to the ground my eyes giving up on helping me

nning short of breath, I chocked gasping for air. My throat hurt like crazy, but I was not giving in, no way. Using the small portion of my brain that was functioning, I

er and he was on top of me. His face so close to mine and his rough hands wrapped mercilessly around my paining neck. He was squee

ngerous and deadly, but could he be deadly as I was? Was he not surprised why I was not struggling? Because I was about to drill clean steel into his so called masculine body. With that, I tightened the grip around the knife and plunged it hard int

ground bruising my right arm in the process. In a scary speed he was standing beside me, my heart leapt to my mouth as he came down to me on one knee. He studied my pathetic face angrily, disgust written all over his face. Tea

white, and finally a black