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I started writing again... here's the begining of the story I started. Any opinions would be nice. I'm just so self-critical.
I'm writing this now in case I don't make it. I'm writing this as a testimony to what the human heart can endure. To whom this is written, it doesn't
matter. If you're reading this, please know that you can make it through anything. I've been through some terrible things in my life, but this is by
far the worst. I don't think I'm going to make it. I've been running for two years now. They're one step behind me. Always one step behind. At
any rate, what I witnessed cannot ever be forgotten. It can't be allowed. This is the only account of my life that will ever be written, I just hope
that what is contained here will make a difference to someone... anyone.
Rain. It was the one constant in my life that year. No matter where I ran, or where I went... there were always the grey skies and the rain. I don't
remember much about that time in my life, it's all a blur of emotion... of pain... and fear. And, of course... rain. I didn't think I had it in me, but I
ran. One moment I was rooted in the shadows, watching the most horrific thing I'd ever seen, and the next... I was gone. Wrong place, wrong
time. That was me. Always in the wrong place at the wrong time. You ever ask anybody about me, and they'll tell ya. That I promise you.
In that moment it was as if the skies had opened up and it were the end of the world. Rain came down from the heavens as if it were never
going to stop, and it still hasn't stopped to this day. These people won't stop until they find me, until they are able to silence me. At this moment,
what I saw isn't important. I'm not sure if what I saw even happened anymore. I'm not sure who I am anymore. All I know is that I can't be
caught. They won't be merciful. What is important is staying alive. Alive. Life. I had one once.
I'm writing this now in case I don't make it. I'm writing this as a testimony to what the human heart can endure. To whom this is written, it doesn't
matter. If you're reading this, please know that you can make it through anything. I've been through some terrible things in my life, but this is by
far the worst. I don't think I'm going to make it. I've been running for two years now. They're one step behind me. Always one step behind. At
any rate, what I witnessed cannot ever be forgotten. It can't be allowed. This is the only account of my life that will ever be written, I just hope
that what is contained here will make a difference to someone... anyone.
Rain. It was the one constant in my life that year. No matter where I ran, or where I went... there were always the grey skies and the rain. I don't
remember much about that time in my life, it's all a blur of emotion... of pain... and fear. And, of course... rain. I didn't think I had it in me, but I
ran. One moment I was rooted in the shadows, watching the most horrific thing I'd ever seen, and the next... I was gone. Wrong place, wrong
time. That was me. Always in the wrong place at the wrong time. You ever ask anybody about me, and they'll tell ya. That I promise you.
In that moment it was as if the skies had opened up and it were the end of the world. Rain came down from the heavens as if it were never
going to stop, and it still hasn't stopped to this day. These people won't stop until they find me, until they are able to silence me. At this moment,
what I saw isn't important. I'm not sure if what I saw even happened anymore. I'm not sure who I am anymore. All I know is that I can't be
caught. They won't be merciful. What is important is staying alive. Alive. Life. I had one once.