Lost

-I'm not very good at writing, but yesterday I started writing a text of a story. I like how it went (more or less) so I decided to post it. I hope you also like it.-

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She stopped running close to her treehouse. The tears ran over her face, from her eyes to her throat.

She heard a car. It was the police car.

She climbed up the stairs and went to the house. The girl prayed that the police hadn’t seen her.

After a while, the girl stopped hearing the car. In fact, she heard nothing. All was silence and calm. She told herself that she would be safe, but her body didn’t believe it. It didn’t stop shaking.

She remembered what had happened a few minutes ago. She remembered the knive. She remembered the scream. She remembered the blood.

Her hands were full of blood. She didn’t have time to clean them.

The girl screamed. She wanted to forget everything, she didn’t want to remember. She wishes she could erase the past. How many times the girl had dreamed with a button that erased the past, just a few hours. She just wanted more time to think and reconsider what she had done. Now everything was actually done, there was no return.

The girl was terrified. She didn’t know where she could go.

And she was alone, as she had always been.

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Imagine Dragons - Bleeding Out