It’s dark, pitch dark but I’m not afraid; my eyes can’t seem to adjust to the gloominess of the forest it feels like I’mswayingaway.As I’m being carried away, my senses start to fade. I hear a faint rumble in the background, I can smell the dirt and sweat underneath. My sight becomes a blur and something is changing. The exhaustion kicking in as the huffing gets clear.Dad...The intention to make my voice louder seems to be only in my mind. Trying to move, I stop immediately as the acute pain stabs my temple. The thumbing intensifies with the slightest movement of thought but even then, I struggle to stay awake, to keep my voice because deep down I can feel the danger in the background.Dad!...“It’s alright, Angel. You will survive.” a husky growl says next to my ear. Is it referring to me? Am I dying?Getting more aware of the pain expanding through my muscles, my lungs fe
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