I stared up at the moon, thinking of what it would be like to fly. To just get up and go. The wind racing through my big natural blonde curls and surrounding me completely. Trying to keep my blue eyes open with the wind threatening to dry them out. Not having a care in the world. Not having to care about the possibility of my Dad returning and experimenting. Not caring about how I would pay the small rent and bills to my new apartment.

And most of all, the freedom that I would receive, the fact that nothing would matter except making sure to stay in the air with the birds and not once coming back down to earth where there was so many problems.

I sat up in the grass and shook my long hair out a little, trying to get rid of the loose grass pieces.

Then I heard the snap.

It sounded like a twig, but I wasn’t quite sure. Of course, me being me, I asked, “Hello?!” I was a little alarmed, according to the news, there were 15 kids here in New York that disappeared recently. The police have been adamant about keeping all the kids in the area indoors and as safe as possible. That’s why they put up the 10 o’clock curfew.

And I was currently breaking it.

“Who’s there?” I asked. Another twig, another stab of fear to my rapidly beating heart.

I turned to the forest entrance in the park, where the sounds seemed to be coming from. A shadow loomed at the edge of the forest. I couldn’t see fully in the darkness, only the outline of the figure. It was someone tall, and burly. Probably a man.

I backed away slowly. I figured if I tried to make a run for it, the figure would just chase after me. That was something I couldn’t handle. I could run-just not very long before tripping and executing a perfect face plant.

For every step back, the figure took a step forward. Soon I could see a little more to him. It was definitely a him. He had unruly dark hair, something that could hide him well in the forest-unlike my bright blonde hair. He looked rather old, from the way his cheeks sagged the tiniest bit and his eyes seemed sunken in and covered by bags under his eyebrows.

“W-who are you? Wha-What do you want?”

“It’s you.” His scary voice replied. I had goose bumps covering my arms. “Finally. I finally found you. He’s been looking everywhere for you.”

“Who’s been looking for me?”

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