Kristen

“Run!” I will my trembling legs to carry me far away from this hell hole.

“Run!” I scream, begging my bleeding feet to find purchase on the gravel beneath them.

I can’t fall. I won’t be like the girls in every thriller that stumble, allowing the murderer to catch them. I won’t let him find me; I won’t let him take me back.

Lacking a moon, the pitch-black sky prevents me from seeing anything more than a few feet in front of me. The rough rock ...