“Forgive Me”

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Welcome, you will now be diving head first into a random part of the book I plan on working on. I really want this book to end up on Scratch eventually, but the idea of it might be too gruesome. This is so gonna be reported I feel like. Sorry haha :”D So here’s a random part of it written in a more Scratch-friendly way. This is called “Forgive Me.” “Carefully, I took my first step out into the showering rain. The downpour immediately soaked me, but despite this I continued on my mission to find wood. I have to please her, I told myself compulsively. The air smelled fresh yet musty, but the smell of smoke immediately caught me off guard. I glanced back and forth, hoping she wouldn’t mind if I traveled a bit farther than she had told me to. Her words echoed through my head. “Go to the border and back. If you find nothing, please come back. I don’t want you getting hurt out there.” The first time she told me, I acknowledged her and knew I had to please her, but when these words started to echo through my head again, they hit different. I told myself not to pass the border. I lifted my nose to taste the air like a cat, and started running. She had offered me an umbrella at the door, but I rejected it. I could hear the rain pattering on my hat louder than all else. I should’ve left the hat at home as well, for it was made of fabric. I spotted a chunk of wood halfway to the border, looking like a campfire put out by the rain. Smoke still came out, even though it had clearly been put out a while ago. It was certainly manmade, so she was safe. That was when I spotted a young boy, who looked about eight. He stared at me, eyes wide like a rabid raccoon. Then he ran away. Out of instinct, I chased him. You’re startling him! I could hear her voice in my head, but I shook it away. That’s just what she would say, but sometimes I had to use my intuition. The boy was quite fast for a kid his age. A large drop of rain fell on the ground in front of me, and I stopped in my tracks. I’ve passed the border! I had been told, time and time again, how dangerous it was out here. When I stopped, the boy stopped. “Hello?” He opened his mouth to talk but turned around before uttering a sound and continued to run. I considered stopping, but I couldn’t help myself from following him a bit farther. This time, I was quiet, as if stalking him. I realized what he was doing eventually. He was tending to a younger boy, who had the same stormy eyes and pale blonde hair. They were clearly brothers. The younger one had dark circles beneath his eyes and looked sick. The older one had been trying to keep his younger brother, looking half-dead already, alive. Tears rolled down his cheeks. I had to refrain from crying at this sight. The younger one looked cold. He needed a fire. As I watched the two of them, bodies close as if sharing warmth, I realized that I had my own person to keep alive. Here I was stuck. There was little wood around, but the campfire was a good source of wood. I had to either give the wood to her, so as to please her in return all she has done for me, or I could give the wood to the boys, to keep the younger one alive. Knife in hand, I sprinted away. It was raining. It never stopped raining here, it seemed. The fog in the air made it difficult to see where I was going. I had just *vanished two people. They were after me, the cops were after me. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket, breathing heavily. “I need somewhere to stay. Don’t question me, just come. Please. I’m just at the border, please come as soon as possible.” I said in a low voice, hoping they wouldn’t hear me. Eventually, a car pulled up in front of me. I immediately opened the door, jumping into the trunk. I made it inside just in time, and the car speeded away. “Thank you,” I murmured. I had just *vanished two adults, the parents of two young boys, one seven and the other four. With green eyes and blonde hair, the two of them, they were being abused. I felt that I had no choice. I couldn’t stand it. We made it to the house and I locked myself inside. From here on, I would stay inside this house. I would do all the housework, and take care of her, she would do everything outside the house, and take care of me. That was the agreement. Otherwise I would be hunted down and killed. Silver tears lined my face just as they did the boy’s. I had to choose.” Here is where you get to choose: You can get the wood for “her”, the safer and more Scratch-friendly choice, in which case you would continue reading in the notes & credits. This choice is more suitable for sensitive people or younger children. Or, you can continue reading inside the project. This is a more suitable choice for older people, as it has a sad ending and inappropriate suggestions. There is a comment inside the project where the story continues.