I'm terrified.

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I'm terrified.

I'm terrified.

I run through the woods.

The branches whip at my legs. 

Heavy footsteps pound the earth behind me.

I gasp, try to breathe. Run faster.

Can't stop. I let out a breathless, despairing sob.

Can't get away. Hands reach out, touch my waist, stop me.

 

"What were you thinking?" John whispered to me, rocking me as I cry. "Let me go. I can't go back. I won't... I can't... I'm unwanted." I sob. "I want you. This can work. It doesn't matter what they think or say. We can do this." "Truly?" "Truly."

submitted by My Story
(July 28, 2016 - 6:30 am)

"Truly." John says to me.

I am filled with doubts.

He doesn't know.

He merely believes.

As if he can read my mind, he murmurs,

"Don't you trust me?"

I want to tell him, yes. Of course.

But I don't trust the world.

I nod, and say, "I can't go back. I want to find home. It isn't back there. It's somewhere ahead. I just need to find it."

He says, "Let me be a part of your home. Let me come with you."

I consider. I want him to come. He is my only friend. But I lie.

"No. You need to stay."

"I need to stay with you."

"And I with you."

"What are we waiting for? What's past is past."

He grasps my hand in his warm, protective grip. I am safe with him, and I can finally breathe. 

There will be challenges. Oh, yes, I know that.

But I also know HE will be beside me, helping me, encouraging me.

And for the first time, what's past is in the past.

I am ready to start anew. I am ready to turn a page. With him.  

submitted by My story
(July 28, 2016 - 1:36 pm)

please feel free to offer advice for me! I am a bit of a romanticist. Not sure if that's a word. 

submitted by My story
(July 28, 2016 - 7:22 pm)

This is a great story! But, who are you?

submitted by @My Story Jack-a-Nat
(July 28, 2016 - 8:44 pm)

This is a cool story! Was the first part, where the character is running through the woods, a dream? A memory? It's very dramatic and gripping. I'd like to know more about it, though. Who is the main character/narrator? Who is John? Why does the main character feel unwanted? You've got me interested now! 

submitted by Cockleburr
(July 28, 2016 - 8:54 pm)

this is really good! I can't wait to read more! I can't write romance. I always look back and change it, thinking its too mushy. I like reading it, though. 

submitted by Leeli
(July 29, 2016 - 8:21 am)

This is a really great story! I'm confused about John though. Is he the MC's love interest or brother or friends or something else? Now I want to know more! Great work. By the way, can you tell us who you are?

submitted by Alexandra
(July 29, 2016 - 9:24 am)

*raises eyebrow* Intriguing. I'm a sucker for romance. :D 

*wrinkles nose* So far, my only attempt at writing it has turned out pretty good. And it's funny, because I never planned/thought about it. It just ... happened.

@MS, are you Elmodaisy? 

submitted by Cho Chang
(July 29, 2016 - 10:30 am)

ohmigosh yes I am, Cho! HOW did you know!!! I wasn't planning on revealing my identity... I figured if it was posted by me nobody would like it. 

submitted by My Story/Elmodaisy
(July 29, 2016 - 1:21 pm)

:D

I have this knack for spotting similar writing styles. Besides, why d'you say that? (I figured if it was posted by me nobody would like it. ) I really like your writing! 

submitted by Cho Chang
(July 29, 2016 - 4:15 pm)

Vikki did something like that once.. The Writing Thing. *pokes Cho*

submitted by Scylla
(July 29, 2016 - 7:37 pm)

Oh, yeah! I still wanna do that book. But I'm too busy right now trying to revise the charrie sheet book for Leafpool's contest. 

submitted by Cho Chang
(July 30, 2016 - 9:20 am)

@Cockleburr and Alexandra:

Thank you so much for the compliments! I will try to answer your questions. The girl is the main character. Her name is Jane. The first part of the story isn't a dream, although it was exaggerated. In reality, Jane was just walking through the woods; her emotions were raging inside her and she felt like what was described. John is her crush.  She feels unwanted... Well, you'll have to find out. 

:) 

I will post more of the story today.  

submitted by My story
(July 29, 2016 - 12:35 pm)

Prequel-

They all stare at me. Me.

The mysterious girl. The odd girl.

The bold ones laugh at me.

The timid ones whisper.

It all comes down to the same thing.

I don't fit in.

I tried to fit in with them.

But I don't. 

The only one who I can talk to is John.

His family hates me.

How can I talk to him?

I will make him an exile.

No need to make him suffer.

After years, after my entire 14 years of living, I need to.

I have to.

I want to.

Leave.

Turning around, I run.

No one will miss me.

I hope John understands. Can't let him know.

I leave.

Don't know where. 

Anywhere but there.  

submitted by My Story
(July 29, 2016 - 1:11 pm)

Prequel continued- part 2. 

 

As as I run through the woods, I stumble.

They are beating me, thrashing me, pounding me in the dust.

I have tried to master them.

I have hidden them from almost all eyes.

Except John's.

But they have taken control of me.

They overpower me-

memories.

They flash through my mind.

The laughs.

The little petty insults.

One memory in particular stood out: I walk home from school. The teachers had failed me although I was a better student than most. The kids had stolen my money and food. I sat by myself during class and now was walking home. "Home". Alone. As I walk, three girls jump out of the bushes. Laughing, they push me down in the mud. They jump on me and slap me. "Orphan girl! Scavenger!" They tease me. 

The memory is burned into my mind.

I can't, won't remember. 

I get up and run.

I hear footsteps behind me.

I am terrified.  

submitted by My Story
(July 29, 2016 - 1:20 pm)

Why in the world did you think nobody would like it if you wrote it, Elmodaisy? This is an incredible story! You are incredible, too! I like it even MORE knowing that you wrote it! Can't wait 'till you post again! Keep up the great work!

submitted by Cockleburr
(July 29, 2016 - 6:25 pm)