When i opened my eyes. It was dark.

I blink.

When i tried to scream, i found my mouth was held shut. When i tried to move i found my body was tied to a chair. I felt panicked.

Love and loss. Love and loss. Love and loss.

MY boyfriend had just dumped me. We had been happy at 21 and he had proposed and we had been planning to marry. But it was over now. My friends tried to make it up to me. We went camping in the woods. We had decided to hike two miles west in search of the towns favorite waterfall. but things didn't go as planned. Which reminds me of when i was younger. When i was twelve, I planned a surpirse birthday party for my father. I put the whole thing together myself and even ordered a cake. I didn't tell him, it should be a surprise after all, and long story short, it turned out he wouldnt be home that weekend and he missed the party. everyone had shown up except for him. It was tragic.

But in perspective, tragedys come and tragedys go but the worst of it all is when you dont know whether youre going to make it through the next one or not.

The point is i walked for awhile with my friends in teh woods, back to the woods story, and then the bridge we were crossing broke. We crossed it one at a time, thinking it looked old. And on my turn, it did actually break and i ended up fallen in some ravine river way half drowned and delirisoulsy half conscious.

I Pulled myself out of the water. Mud splattered my clothing and i was soaking wet. And i think what happened then is i passed out, i dont remember it well now but the next thing i remember is being in front of three peaple with guns and them all shooting at each other. It was dark so it was hard to tell.. But eiter way, it was at the point where i knew iw as no longer welcome where i was , and that if i was dreaming, i had better wake up , and if i wasnt i had better run away or something like that.

I think what happened then isi id did run and i shook from fear. i ran and hid behind some rocks thinking i would rather die there than out in the open for some reason, because when it came down to it, it iddn't really matter, to aman with a gun whether he killed her while you squatted or stood. But i ran anyway thinking i could put some distance between me and my fears.