February 20, 2011
By , Murray, UT
Running, running, running. My lungs are about to burst. The soles of my feet are going to split open. One quick glance over my shoulder, that's all I have time for, but he's still following. The knife in his hand, gleaming in the moonlight. Trees get in my way and I stumble on rocks and sticks. He's getting closer, I can almost smell him. Before I know it, I am at a dead end, but I don't think twice and jump off the cliff. My legs and arms flutter in the air, and I cry out when I hit the freezing water that's been awaiting me. He is cursing out when my head surfaces. Cold liquid travels into my nose and mouth, it clogs my ears. But I don't care, he's not coming in after me...I'm safe for now. I only glance up at him once, before swimming away and not looking back again.

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