Thaddeus
I f****d up. I know I did. I let my walls down. I fell asleep, and the second my eyes open, I know they’ll find me. I never should have come home. Never should have let myself close my eyes for what I thought would be a few seconds, only to wake up hours later. I can feel them getting closer.
The clock says 10 a.m. I have to move. They won’t be far now. My mates will try to convince me to return, but I can’t risk her safety. She’s safest without me.
Life without them has been hell. I haven’t slept in months, barely even paused, and sitting down—letting my body rest—was the mistake. I should have kept going, kept running, stayed awake. Then maybe they wouldn’t have found me.
I yank my clothes on, heart pounding. There’s no time. I don’t know how long I slept, can’t even remembe
