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Jan. 17 at 3:10 pm
So, how this works, is I write the first sentance, then everyone adds a sentance and takes the story in their own direction. I hope you enjoy it.
My start is:
The sun was setting over the hills, the beautiful golden color spreading over the land in that one perfect moment.
Jan. 17 at 3:16 pm
It was like a dream, one so perfect that you're afraid to let go of.
Jan. 17 at 3:20 pm
I had to let go though, this wasn't reality. It was like a game, and I...I had always been just a pawn.
Jan. 17 at 3:23 pm
I could hear the voices of the people I'd left behind, teasing me, their words becoming louder and louder in my head. Why did you leave, looser? All you do is run. You don't care about us. You think you're too cool for us, right?
Jan. 17 at 4:46 pm
I never meant to abandon them. It was all I had ever known. All I could do was run. I didn't have a choice, not with him chasing me.
Jan. 17 at 5:25 pm
Some have tried to ask me why I run away. They don't know what I've been through. They don't know I can't trust people. That I don't know how to trust people.
Jan. 17 at 5:42 pm
They think it's because im crazy, but in reality im just lonely.
Jan. 17 at 6:12 pm
All I've ever had is myself. No parents, no frineds, just me, only me.
Jan. 17 at 6:18 pm
But iit doesn't matter. I didn't need them anyways.
Jan. 17 at 6:21 pm
Counselors have tried to talk to me at school, but they don't know what I'm about. I don't get kicked out, I choose to leave. When things get too tough, I run.
Jan. 17 at 6:24 pm
It makes you wonder how lonely an existance could possibly be when I can talk to everyone, but care about no one.
Jan. 17 at 6:34 pm
I spend a lot of my time, watching the sunsets, thinking. That's the reason why I like sunsets. They're the same no matter where you go or how far you run. My last thought as my eyes close for the night is that I'll end up alone. So alone.
Jan. 17 at 7:13 pm
If only that was the truth. If only they hadn't found me at just that moment. It was like a nightmare.
Jan. 18 at 1:22 am
My eyes snapped open and there were sirens wailing in the distance, getting louder and louder. My first instinct was to run. As fast as I possibly could. I took off, but they were still chasing me, picking up speed.
Jan. 18 at 9:37 am
It was no use, I couldn't outrun a car. I had to hide, but there was nothing, absolutely nothing, it was an open wheat field. I couldn't even see trees, only the flicker of the lights over the golden wheat.
Jan. 18 at 6:43 pm
The silence that I need to make it through the life, or even just today.
Jan. 18 at 9:23 pm
The noise I was so unaccustumed to. So entirely opposed to. I was terrifed,
Jan. 18 at 10:04 pm
The world started spinning really fast and I couldn't see straight. I can't sit down, no I can't stop running. The last I remember was running into a tree. Then, the world went dark.
Jan. 19 at 5:31 pm
I woke up hours later. The bed I laid on was soft, but I could tell the comfort was decieving, I wasn't safe, I would never be safe.
