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Part 1

I ran. I ran through the green forest so quickly I couldn't see any of the trees. I could just feel and hear my feet gliding against the fragile green glass, along with the erratic pounding of my heart. Uneven, I felt uneven; I had been sprinting insanely fast for a long time that I didn't feel right. I needed to stop. To rest. Contemplating whether to stop, to keep going or to go back, the moist damp air tasted salty as it trickled down and along my cheekbone and into the corner of my mouth. I halted, and looked at the area surrounding me, consuming it all in I realized I was running along the outskirts of a forest as I could see the tide on the beach wading in and out. I decided I would be less noticeable further in the forest.

I did a 180 degree turn so rapid it made my vision blur and everything disappear. The memory, my own horrific memory from three days ago occupied my mind.

I had arrived home, earlier than expected. With a bit of force I got the stiff front door open and I smiled with pleasure. 'Hey Charlie, I'm home, I'm sorry I speeded my journey up the walk from school to home can get a teeny bit tedious, you know?' I rambled as I heaved my rucksack of my petite shoulders and slumped it on the ground. I felt a spasm of guilt flow through me as I realised I may have upset Charlie. I quickly tried to make amends as I skipped into the sitting room, 'Dad, I'm sorry. I know you don't like me using my ability in public, but I swear I ran so fast no one could see me you know how it is'. As I entered the sitting room it was oddly quiet, the sun shined through the curtains making all the dust motes visible. Where the heck is he?

Creak… I heard the uneven floor board's move behind me. My dark pink lips twisted into a smirk, as if he can sneak up on me. I casually turned around expecting to see me dad ready to frighten me. I was mistaken, badly mistaken. It all happened too quickly, I remember a lean man with a vivid scar that curved from the edge of his eyes to hips dry lips. He secured me by grabbing my shoulders tightly. Then he gave me a all too happy grin as he whispered, 'Gotcha'. His words embedded in my brain as I took them all in, I was terrified. Suddenly I saw my dad at the top of the staircase. He leapt down the stairs and swept the man in front of me up and knocked him against the wall. His knees crippled under his body causing him to slide down to the floor. Straight away my dad was in front of me, stabling my body by holding my shoulders as I was staggered. He spoke protectively, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice, 'Bella…Bella you have to listen to me, take these' he forced my clenched fists open and placed something in them, I didn't notice what is was, my eyes never left his. His forehead creased as he tried to reassure me, 'You have to go, run as fast as you can and try to find somewhere quiet and unnoticeable to stay'. He then started mumbling to himself, 'I don't know, it can't be can it? There only powers, they can't do that to us, none of us have done anything wrong'. What was he saying, are we being hunted, am I being hunted?

Tears built up in my eyes, I was petrified, me and my dad always stood together, side by side. How could I leave? My dad held me firmly and pulled me to the front door, forcing me numbed legs to move. The tears over brimmed and streamed down my face. He embraced me, I gripped around his waste and clasped my hands together, trying to hold on to him. He spoke gently, 'Darling calm down' as he ran his fingers through my hair 'If you go now, by yourself you have a chance of getting away from all this mess and a chance of a normal life' there was a lump in my throat I had to be strong, if not for myself but for my dad, I did my best to swallow my lump of sorrow. 'Go now, you have to, before more come' he hurried. Bang! The back door opened, we heard whispers of people conferring. My dad let go of me. I felt numb, he kissed my forehead and gently forced me out of the front door. 'I love you' I choked, ' I love you more' he replied firmly. He began to close the front door and a stared into his eyes as the emotion was wiped from them. I stood I wanted to go back in but I felt like I had to trust my dad as he always had my best intentions at heart. I took a deep breath of the English countryside air, and did what I did best, run.

I awoke form my flashback as if it were a nightmare. My fists were clenched and my nails were breaking my pale fragile skin. Slowly, I unravelled my fingers one by one. I steadied my breathing, and for once I walked slowly letting the leaves, bushes and trees consume me.

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