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Help me write a story. It's like a game.

WhiteSwan13 replied...
Jan. 19, 2013 at 8:36 pm

So scared, adrenilin racing through my veins. I knew where I was. They had found me.

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SoulPoetry replied...
Jan. 19, 2013 at 8:40 pm

Searching for my safe haven. I spot the closet

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Nightrunner23 replied...
Jan. 19, 2013 at 8:42 pm

Though I should have known it wouldn't be that easy.  His laughter, thick with a russian accent mocked me as I stood up.

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SoulPoetry replied...
Jan. 19, 2013 at 8:45 pm

Scared out of my wits. I listen for where the source of his mockery came from.

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Nightrunner23 replied...
Jan. 19, 2013 at 8:50 pm

But like the sirens earlier, it echoed all around me, coming from all side.

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SoulPoetry replied...
Jan. 19, 2013 at 8:53 pm

Please let this be some lucid dream. 

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WhiteSwan13 replied...
Jan. 19, 2013 at 8:55 pm

I spotted the source of the Russians haunting laughter, a speaker set into the desk by my bedside.

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Nightrunner23 replied...
Jan. 19, 2013 at 8:56 pm

"You are a silly girl," he mocked me.  "You think you can run from your past?"

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SoulPoetry replied...
Jan. 19, 2013 at 9:02 pm

"What past?" I speak back. "Who are you?"

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WhiteSwan13 replied...
Jan. 19, 2013 at 9:03 pm

"All those days of running. Give in, it's what your father would have wanted." Anger boiled inside me.

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SoulPoetry replied...
Jan. 19, 2013 at 9:09 pm

"Why do you want my father?" My anger now revealed through my response. 

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Nightrunner23 replied...
Jan. 19, 2013 at 9:16 pm

Little did he know that I had never even met my father.  I only remember three words he had ever told me.  Don't stop running.

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SoulPoetry replied...
Jan. 19, 2013 at 9:21 pm

He just stared. Those deep hazel eyes. He's not looking at me anymore. He's looking at my soul.

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WhiteSwan13 replied...
Jan. 19, 2013 at 9:21 pm

I had lived by these words all my life.

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Nightrunner23 replied...
Jan. 19, 2013 at 9:25 pm

Why would I change now, if I was in a tough situation, I would do what I always did.  I would run.

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SoulPoetry replied...
Jan. 19, 2013 at 9:49 pm

He just observes my debate within. He knows what i'm thinking.

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yeahthatsme replied...
Jan. 20, 2013 at 12:39 am

In my mind, I know this is all a trap. If I run, they will tie me down and lock me away for sure. If I do what they want, maybe they will let me go. But what are the chances in that? My legs ache for speed, my feet scream for pavement beneath, instead of this--this--this hospital bed. My arms, tied down, want to punch through the walls. Tears stream down my face.

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yeahthatsme replied...
Jan. 20, 2013 at 12:40 am

PS sorry for the long reply!

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Nightrunner23 replied...
Jan. 20, 2013 at 7:34 am

Why was it I who had to learn the secrets? Why was it I who had to be the pawn, the messenger, the one running through dead man's land just to try and find an ounce of freedom from this torture?

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WhiteSwan13 replied...
Jan. 20, 2013 at 7:58 pm

I felt trapped, with no hope of escape. Doubt corroded my thoughts and fear paralized my body.

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