Yn POV Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter. The sound of my bare feet slapping against the hard concrete blended with the sound of the rain. The pouring rain. I was running away. The shadows followed close behind me with their weapons. BANG. They fired at me and missed. I can't take it anymore... being with him... surrounded by them. Focus. I cut across an alley and climbed over the chain-link fence, only making the cuts on my hands open back up. Red covered the clean part of my shirt. The shirt I stole... from him. He gave me what I needed, but took away all I had. BANG. Again, they fired, one bullet grazing my bare ankle, causing more blood to leave my body. I was getting weaker. I needed someone to save me. As I passed each street light, I was reminded of my mother. She had such a bright spirit. And my father, so loving and full of life. I missed them. I should just give up. Then I could die and be with them. No. I can't give up. They would want me to keep fighting. If I stop no! w they'll kill me. Or worse. I could be his forever. I'd rather be dead. I had gotten away from them, finally. I still kept running. And the rain poured harder. Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter. These streets were so unfamiliar to me. Everything here is unfamiliar to me. I ran about four blocks down the empty sidewalk; no people, no cars. The sky was black. Everything was dark. I turned my head back, just to make sure the shadows weren't there, and... I tripped. Every bone in my chest felt like it
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