Fresh beads of mist dampen my new Nikes. Every pounding step burns my lungs, but I have to keep going. I can't run anymore, but I can still hear her footsteps. I slide behind a tree and stiffen as her footsteps come closer. Deadly silence, except for the chirping crickets. My hand brushes the rough tree trunk as I hold my breath, waiting. Footsteps retreat. I let out a big exhale. Cold hands grab my wrists. "Found you."
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