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I stand and look up at the sky. The full moon illuminates the dirt road. The woods stand silently all around me. The tree let no moonlight through. Darkness. All I see when I look towards the woods is darkness. The wind fans my long hair out around my shoulders and around my face as tears well in my eyes. My feet are raw and bloody from running on the rocks barefoot away from the home, my prison.

In the distance I can hear the squeak of the screen door as it is pushed open. yells soon follow, the truck roars to life seconds later. I run straight into the woods into the darkness. I trip constantly, but I don’t care. Branches snag on my clothes pulling me backwards and knocking me down. My pants become covered in mud weighing me down, slowing me down. I glance back towards the dirt road. The truck is passing slowly. is scanning the trees with a flashlight moving it slowly looking for any movement. I fall to the ground just as the light passes where I had been standing. I can hear calling me, telling me that everything will be alright. I laugh quietly, but it sounds more like a muted sob. When the truck passes by, I jump to my feet and begin to run farther into the woods, farther away from . An owl hoots somewhere overhead, I jump startled by the sound. Up ahead I can hear cars. I slow down, becoming more cautious and more aware of my surroundings. In front of me the trees break.

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A hill slopes upward to where I can see the blur of lights as cars rush past. I crawl up the incline, slipping a few times before I reach the top. A guardrail separates me from the highway. I pull myself over the rail as a set of lights flash and a vehicle pulls up a few feet away. I turn to face it. I stumble. It’s the truck, truck. steps out of the truck and stalks towards me. mouth moves, but I don’t hear what says. I wave and scream for help, but no one stops. I turn and run. I hear following, boots slapping against the pavement. hand latches around my arm, jerking me, forcing me to face . I struggle and try to break free as pulls me to the truck. Tears begin to fall down my face again. My one chance to get away is gone. I know I won’t have another, won’t allow it. yelling at me, as is pushing me towards the open passenger door.

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Tires screech. My head turns towards the sound. I see a car flipping around, stopping inches from the truck. It’s headlights blind me. hold on me weakens. I slip out of grasp and push myself away from , towards the car. A new voice fills my ears. The warmth and kindness of the voice fill me with a sense of calm. I move towards it, but collapse. reaches for me and says my name over and over. I shy away from . A shot is fired and backs away from me. The voice says something to me. I strain to hear what it says. The voice tells me that he will not hurt me and that his name is Ethan. The person, Ethan moves into the light and knells beside me. Ethan carefully picks me up and cradles me in his arms. lunges at us. Ethan raises the gun and shoots. falls. Ethan carries me to the car and places me gently on the backseat. Something about Ethan is so familiar, so comforting. Perhaps he is someone from my past that I no longer remember. He calls 911 before pulling back onto the highway. I ask Ethan where he’s taking me. He tells me he’s taking me somewhere that I’ll be safe. And I believe him.