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Run away! Run away as fast as you can. Don't look behind you. Don't stop! Just keep going.
  These words were rushing through Becca's head as she made her way through a neer ending forest. Her breath was running short, and her bare feet were bleeding and in a lot of pain, but she knew she had to press on. She had to make it to safety. She didn't know if she was being followed or not, but she wasn't about to wait to find out.
She ran down the all-too familiar trail that marked the forest, about a half mile before she came to a quiet private street with the houses spaced too far apart for comfort.
  Running still, needing to make it to the closest door, she fell face forward on a soft, well groomed, patch of grass. Using all her strength, she thrust herself forward and made a bee-line for the front porch. The outside light was on with indoor lights as well. She knew someone had to be home.
  Using the strength she had left, she rang the bell and banged on the door. Everything from that moment on was a blur. Becca knew that a familiar face had come to the door, and someone, which must have been herself, was screaming for help. Then the world went black.


  Everything hurt her. Rebecca Halloway was no stranger to pain, especially since she was always the one to cause it to herself. Her mother use to always say she could keep the hospital open with her alone. Right now, she felt like a Mac truck hit her.
  Were those voices?
  Her eyes hurt too much to open them. She gave it a few more minutes then tried once again. This time, the hurt wasn't as bad, just throbbing, but she was able to open them to look at her surroundings.
The room she lay in was a vibrant contrast of mahogany and rich brown colors. The comforter surrounding her was made of cotton and silk and smelled of a light peppermint. She noticed the paintings all around the room which were of various artists, one being one of her favorites, Monet. The four poster bed had to be at least a Queen size if not King. With a whole lot of effort, Becca struggled to get out of bed and into the brightly lit hallway.
  In the hallway she noticed a whole bunch of family photos that were candid from picnics, holidays, and even some professional wedding shots. Everyone looked so happy in the pictures. But she couldn't think of that now, the voices were becoming more and more louder with each step she took.
  At the end of the hallway was a wooded staircase with black iron banisters. More photos lined the wall on the way down. These were not only family pictures, but pictures of three boys. Walking further down, the voices died down.
  The one familiar face she had seen before her blackout was her fifth grade teacher, Mrs. Flores. The red hair bubbly wide woman was anything but bubbly at the moment. Her face had gone pale and white as a ghost ever since Rebecca had come to her door in the middle of the night. She rushed over to Becca and placed an arm around her, drawing her into the well furnished family room. The royal blue and gold colors were a bit softer to look at than the mahogany and brown upstairs.
  "It's good to see that you are awake. How are you feeling dear?"
  "Very much in pain. My feet are probably the worst of the pain, but I noticed someone had bandaged them for me, so I must thankyou." Then came a slow awkward silence. At this point, Becca noticed how small the room was with so many people inside. There were two officers, her father, and the neighbors down the road.
  Her father gave her a look that said, I'm glad you are alright, but you are in big trouble.