She couldn’t run anymore. It was everything in her power to fight throwing up. Her body burned, all she could taste, all she could smell was blood. Who’s blood, she wasn’t sure. All she could think of was, hide.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a group off fallen trees, almost a lean-to. Crawling inside she yearned to catch her breath. Wiping at her face she began to realize how covered in blood she really was. Trying to keep her cool she leaned back closed her eyes. Slowly she breathed in as deep as her burning lungs could go.

Her eyes suddenly snapped open. Did she, no there’s no way she could have heard something.

For two years he would come into her room. She would wake up with breath on her ear. He would say she didn’t look like her momma, but felt just like her. She never cried. He always wanted her to cry, he wanted her to break. He had already taken everything she had. He had scared her face, broke her body, and killed her soul. But she wouldn’t cry.

Starring at the moon she could remember him. She could feel his clammy skin against hers. She smiled. She would never feel him again. She would be free now, she thought as the moon fell out of focus. She would be free and it was all her fault.

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