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I was scared. It was dark, and the forest was making scarynoises. I’d never been so scared before in all of my 13 years of life. Therewere bad men out there. Bad men who wanted to hurt me. Hurt my mother.
My father once told me that I was destined to protect. Andthat’s all I’d been trying to. Protect my mother. But instead, my mom would dietrying to protect me.
“Mother! Where are you?!”
I heard the birds laughing at me. The trees silently mockingme.
“Mother! Help me!”
I felt the darknessclosing in on me. The agonizing pain…
“Mother! Please, help me!”
The birds started laughing louder. And louder. And louder.The trees were locking me in. It’s almost as if the forest itself was trying totell me that I’d never get out of here. Not after what I’d done.
I heard my mother scream. The sound cut through me as if itwere a blade. I turned towards the screams, and ran in the direction as fast asI could. As suddenly as it’d started, the scream stopped. Disoriented, I turnedaround, looking for whichever direction the scream had come from.Suddenly, three short, loud bangsresonated through the woods. I felt the fear take a grasp on my very core. Itwas like my heart was being crushed by someone, and all I could do was watchhelplessly as I slowly died inside.
Exhausted, I collapsed on the forest floor. I felt thedarkness take it’s cold, unfading grip on me. I heard footsteps on the oncepeaceful floor. Leaves crackling, a branch breaking, and a man’s voice sayingsomething I couldn’t possibly understand. I heard a click, and something thatsounded like an apology. A final bang tore through the silence, and I welcomedthe sweet, soothing embrace of death.

“Mother… “
“I’m sorry…”