Everywhere I went, people stared; I could feel their eyes trailing me all day long, as though they were paparazzi for the utterly unimportant. Much to my chagrin, changing into an unassuming outfit of a purple plaid shirt and a pair of ratty jeans hadn't convinced a single person to look elsewhere. I felt uncomfortable in my own skin and, as the
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Eventually, though, going out became a necessity, and she regretted it immediately, fully convinced with every step she took that it would be her last and she would wind up dead again. She shouldn't have just been wandering alone, anyway. For all she knew, going out and doing something that led to her getting killed would be considered a suicide again. She'd have rather died than go back to that place.
...or not.
The last thing she'd wanted was to draw attention to herself, but she had been certain that the noise she heard from behind her was some vicious creature, ready to spring out and attack. Instinctively, she'd turned to look over her shoulder, and in doing so, had found herself running straight into Kate.
"Oh!" she breathed, eyes widening, a step away from filling with tears. "Oh, my gosh, Kate, that's - it was completely my fault, I am so, so sorry." Hesitantly, with one trembling hand, she reached out to lay her fingers gently on Kate's shoulder, not wanting to intrude if she wasn't welcome to. "Are you okay? You aren't hurt or anything, are you? God, I'm so stupid."
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"No, of course not!" I exclaimed, eager to take all the blame. It was only what I deserved, after all. People like me were made to take the blame. It left the perfect free to worry about other, more important things. "I was worried about you. I practically ran you over."
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There the noise came again, though, a rustling in the bushes, and instinctively, she moved closer to Kate until she could stand behind her, hunched down a little bit. "Did you hear that?" she asked, her voice hushed. She couldn't risk giving away their position, not if whatever it was didn't know they were there. "What is it? Do you think it's something dangerous?"
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"It can't be a dinosaur," I assured her in a low voice. "But that's not to say it couldn't be something else."
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Suddenly, she wondered why she'd thought the hut would be safer. For all she knew, that was more likely to get plowed down by some strange monster or whatever than they were standing in the middle of the path. She sure as hell felt a lot more vulnerable where they were standing, though.
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"That...was...close."
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