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Epilogue
"Something is coming, something is coming!" A strange woman, bellowed racing down the quiet, deserted street. "It's coming, RUN!"
Then the "something" ran out of the blackberry bushes, over in the Blackbird Forest. It sprinted to the mysterious women, it moved so fast it seemed almost like a stream of wind that would never halt.
"Help me." the voice of that poor woman drifted away in the silence of the night. Her body was limp, as if it was never alive, while her precious blood that once lived within the women's veins, were now gushing through the streets.
No one came out to help her, or to make that thing leave. They just sat there peering out of their fogged up windows, just like me. I looked across the street and saw my best friend Dakota; she looked at me petrified, and then ran. I knew where she was running to, our hidden shack in the forest. I knew though my life would be taken if I dashed over to the fort. My hopes were that hers wasn't taken, and she managed to get there safely.
Then "it" came towards my rusted old cabin; it slipped through the door slits, or dissolved, or something like that. But it was now in my racked-up shelter. Then I heard the most horrifying thing I have ever listened to, my adoptive parents scream.
Then the screaming froze, and I didn't want to think of what was the truth, but I couldn't hold it back I knew they were gone. The "creature" stopped down the hall and went into another room.
I wasn't as surprised as last time, but I still hated it. I still couldn't bear to hear my baby sister, Maggie's cry echoing in my parentless house. Then as soon as it came it vanished. Now I was alone. Alone from everyone and everything that I have ever held dear.
I wondered for only a second if I could get to the fort from here with out getting caught. I guess I have to, I guess it's my only chance for survival. I knew if I didn't leave, I'd be the next too die, this painful and treacherous night. I scurried across the parlor floor, to get to the backyard entrance. As I reached the center of the kitchen, I heard an eerie sound behind me. It guess, it is too late, for hope.
The "something" materialized in front of my fearless 3-year old body. I stood terrified for only a second. I memorized the way it looked, down to every last detail, I didn't need over a few seconds to have a clear visual of "it" that would never change.
Then I dashed to the door, but it was to late. Something sharp and dirty sunk through my now powerless and trembling body. I could feel the jagged claws of the tips of "its" fingers, searching for something in my paralyzed body.
Thoughts were running through my head, goodbyes, thank yous, sorrys, wishes, and regrets. Then I thought at lest I'll be with my family, not my real one but the one I knew and loved. Yah, I'll be with everyone whom I knew, and with the ones who loved me. Yah, everything will be fine, no, not fine, everything will be great.
Then it grabbed the one thing that kept me living. My heart.
Epilogue
"Something is coming, something is coming!" A strange woman, bellowed racing down the quiet, deserted street. "It's coming, RUN!"
Then the "something" ran out of the blackberry bushes, over in the Blackbird Forest. It sprinted to the mysterious women, it moved so fast it seemed almost like a stream of wind that would never halt.
"Help me." the voice of that poor woman drifted away in the silence of the night. Her body was limp, as if it was never alive, while her precious blood that once lived within the women's veins, were now gushing through the streets.
No one came out to help her, or to make that thing leave. They just sat there peering out of their fogged up windows, just like me. I looked across the street and saw my best friend Dakota; she looked at me petrified, and then ran. I knew where she was running to, our hidden shack in the forest. I knew though my life would be taken if I dashed over to the fort. My hopes were that hers wasn't taken, and she managed to get there safely.
Then "it" came towards my rusted old cabin; it slipped through the door slits, or dissolved, or something like that. But it was now in my racked-up shelter. Then I heard the most horrifying thing I have ever listened to, my adoptive parents scream.
Then the screaming froze, and I didn't want to think of what was the truth, but I couldn't hold it back I knew they were gone. The "creature" stopped down the hall and went into another room.
I wasn't as surprised as last time, but I still hated it. I still couldn't bear to hear my baby sister, Maggie's cry echoing in my parentless house. Then as soon as it came it vanished. Now I was alone. Alone from everyone and everything that I have ever held dear.
I wondered for only a second if I could get to the fort from here with out getting caught. I guess I have to, I guess it's my only chance for survival. I knew if I didn't leave, I'd be the next too die, this painful and treacherous night. I scurried across the parlor floor, to get to the backyard entrance. As I reached the center of the kitchen, I heard an eerie sound behind me. It guess, it is too late, for hope.
The "something" materialized in front of my fearless 3-year old body. I stood terrified for only a second. I memorized the way it looked, down to every last detail, I didn't need over a few seconds to have a clear visual of "it" that would never change.
Then I dashed to the door, but it was to late. Something sharp and dirty sunk through my now powerless and trembling body. I could feel the jagged claws of the tips of "its" fingers, searching for something in my paralyzed body.
Thoughts were running through my head, goodbyes, thank yous, sorrys, wishes, and regrets. Then I thought at lest I'll be with my family, not my real one but the one I knew and loved. Yah, I'll be with everyone whom I knew, and with the ones who loved me. Yah, everything will be fine, no, not fine, everything will be great.
Then it grabbed the one thing that kept me living. My heart.