Preface

I was running. I didn't know who, or what, I was running from but I know that I had to get away. Fast! One thing I did know was that I had to get away from...him.

I didn't know what he wanted from me, but whatever he wanted...he wanted it bad! I didn't know how I was going to get away, but I knew I had to. Or I'd die; I would die because he was dangerous. I knew he was really dangerous because he was a tracker. I didn't know what a tracker was, but I knew that they were bad people. Or things...

I tripped on my own feet."Darn it!" I yelled at myself. I tried to get up. Then, I felt a strong, sharp pain in my back, and I was on the floor again. That's when I realized that it wasn't pain, it was weight. He was sitting on top of me! How would I get out of this position?! Then I felt it go away, and I stood up.

I turned to see something behind me. The room was too dark for my eyes to see, but as they adjusted it saw a tall, black (quite big if you ask me) figure standing over top of me.

"Run! Get out of here!" He yelled at me in a husky voice.

I nodded, obeyed, and ran for my life. When I was out of breath, I was already outside the studio. Was that man going to live? I didn't recognize the man, or even the voice. When I got as far as I thought I needed to go, I sat down on a bench to think this situation through. How did I end up here? What did I do? What should I do? Should I go back to help him? I didn't know any of the answers, but I wanted to think through the first question the most...How did I end up here? I didn't do anything wrong. I closed my eyes, and had flash-back sort of thing going on in my head. If I'm going to have a flash-back, I guess I'll start with the first day when I snuck out of my stepdads house....