(I am sorry I have not writen in many days, I have had writers block and could not think of what to say.) -Amy Freed
It is pitch black and as I head towards my car my hope from before fades away. I reach the drivers side door and lean towards the handle, but as my finger tips grasp it my body is pulled back with one sift movement. I am slamed against a huge tree. I try to take in a breath but my lungs fail me. As I try to crawl towards the house I am smashed against the ground. I try to yell for help but no one would be able to hear me. Somehow a screame manages to leap from my throat. I can...
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