Chapter 5

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What I always remembered from my time in this town, from when I was younger, was the beautiful forest that was just outside of town. With its incredible tall pine trees and the tall grass all around the ground it looked like something from a fairy tale. Or from a horror movie. It really could go either way. One of my dreams was to live in one of the cottages that were by the road that goes through the forest. There weren't that many because you can't really build houses in the forest, but there were some really old that were never demolished and they were lovely. As I stepped out of my house, I made up my mind that I was going to go for a run on the road that goes through the forest. And so I went. It was a really pretty day, sunny but not too warm and you could hear the birds singing. After running for about one kilometer and a half I was already on the road of the forest. As I was running, I was looking at the cottages, thinking how beautiful they were. And then something caught my eye. There, in the front yard of one of the cottages, was Cece's brother. Jack. Shirtless. Chopping wood with an axe. If you looked closely you could see sweat going down his back muscles. My mind went blank. Next thing I know I'm I'm the middle of the road and there is a car coming my way honking furiously. I scream but I'm able to avoid being run over. Unfortunately at the last minute I tripped and fell into the ditch beside the road. The car that almost runned me over stopped and the driver got out, cursing. "Today of all days! What the h***? I'm already late as it is! Don't you know that you need to look where you're going??" He came towards me looking really upset. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! My leg cramped and I got out of my way." I lied. He stopped near me and asked "Are you alright?" "I'm fine! Don't worry about it" "You are bleeding from your forehead…" He stated. I swiped my hand across my forehead and felt a little sting. When I looked at my fingers there was some blood on them. How did I do that? How did I manage to bump my head and cut my forehead? I mean… the only thing I remember was falling…into the ditch. " Let me help you" the driver says "I'm calling 911" "Don't worry, don't do it. You said that you were already late and I'm fine, nothing is broken and besides it was my fault. I shouldn't have gone to the middle of the road" I say smiling and trying to be convincing. The driver gives me an inquisitive look and asks "are you sure?" "Yes I'm sure" I smile again. "OK I'm going to go then." "Have a good day!" I say, sounding happier than I am. The driver turns around, gets in his car and drives away. I let out a sigh and started making mental notes of my condition. My leggings are ripped in both knees, I have a cut in my forehead and also some cuts in my hands. Then I remembered that I was wearing my wireless headphones. Where were they? I start looking around hoping to find them but with no luck. And then I hear a deep voice asking me "What are you looking for?" For some reason that voice sounded familiar, in the sense that I've heard it before somewhere. I look up to see who is talking to me and looking back at me is the reason I fell in a ditch. Jack.
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