nanomach

Stop. Don't breathe, he can hear you. Stop. Don't hide, he'll find you. The little girl couldn't help herself. She ran as fast as she could down the pavement, her shoes slamming against the cool concrete side walk. Almost there, she thought. Her lungs about to burst from the screams that escaped her lips in the forest. Memories began to flood back into her mind as she panted louder. Her mother had yelled at this little blonde girl until her voice became hoarse. With her mother doing this, she ran into the forest for some peace and quiet. She had forgotten a jacket at home, so her pale, skinny arms were vulnerable to the cold winds of the