Running. My legs sore but my will strong and persistent. A force is pushing me. The landscape is tan and the ground is covered in slight divots and crevices.
I have to get away.
Slippery patches of ground was new. They looked like slides. I slowed, careful not to fall.
Where am I?
I look all around, up and down, even to the ground
Oh, god!
Fear shivers up my spine. The landscape was familiar. The bareness and tan coloring along the strip of land was all too familiar. The slides were spaced, crossed and lifted. They were scar. This is my arm.
What am I running from?
Behind me I see a long silver blade lowering to the skin. Gaining distance in between us. Fear, shame, guilt and sorrow washes over my very being.
NO!
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