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I had been walking by myself in the forest for an hour, searching for my line. As I walked through the frozen forest, I found myself looking up into the snow covered canopy. The trees were gorgeous with snow falling through the branches, and the sun shining through the gaps of each tree. It made me think of Christmas back home. When I was a kid, my father and I had one moment together where he wasn't busy with work, and I wasn't trying to impress him. Each year when I was a kid, he would take me out into the woods near our home, and cut down our Christmas tree. As he was cutting it down, I would lay in the snow, looking up at the trees, feeling the snow as it fell onto my face.
After we would bring the tree home, we decorated it with the little trinkets that we had. Once that was finished, we had our little Christmas celebration, as he would be heading to work the next morning. It was simple and short, but it was the best.
When I turned twelve, for some reason, we stopped doing that. Christmas turned into another day that I would spend alone. Instead of getting a tree, I drew one on paper and pinned it on the wall. It was easier to roll it up after the holiday was over, and keep it for the next year. I never went back into those woods, as that was our woods. It just felt wrong to go there without him.
I heard a twig snap somewhere near me, snapping me back to reality. I tore my eyes away from the canopy and searched the woods around me. I shrank down, making myself smaller, as I looked. I didn't see anything moving, so I started to quietly walk away, hoping that I would go unseen. With each step that I took, I was cautiously avoiding anything that could make noise.
I heard more snapping behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to look behind me, when I saw three German soldiers emerge from the woods. I ducked behind one of the trees next to me, praying that they didn't see me and that they would go in the opposite direction.
They were talking to each other, laughing even. I knew that I couldn't just stay in this position, as it was very exposed. It would take them looking over to see me, and that would be it.
I held my breath as I peeked around the tree to see what they were doing. They were smoking and talking to each other, not looking around. Within a couple minutes, they started to head back into the woods, the same direction they had emerged from.
When they were out of my sight, I started to leave my cover. I didn't take more than three steps away from my tree, when I heard noises behind me again. I carefully turned to see who was there, and one of the Germans had come back, to retrieve something he had left.
He raised his gaze after picking up his weapon that he left leaning on the tree when he was smoking with his friends. Our eyes met. My breathing started to pick up. I waited to see what he was going to do.
The man started to shout to his friends, and I took off running. I could hear the sounds of bullets whizzing by my head, ricocheting off the trees around me. I kept running, and I glanced over my shoulder to see if they were chasing me or not.
They were, and they kept firing their guns at me. I turned my gaze to focus on where I was running. I could see a cluster of trees and ran toward them. My only hope would be that the trees would be so close together, it would stop the bullets and maybe even my pursuers.
As I neared the trees, I saw a small opening a few feet off the ground. I jumped once I was in range, and squeezed through it. Just as I got through the gap, I felt the searing pain graze my left shoulder.
I fell to the ground, cringing from the pain, knowing that I was hit. I couldn't look at it because I knew they were still chasing me. I grabbed my gun and took off running, hoping that my little roadblock would be enough to keep them from following me.
