I fidgeted under his grasp, lifting my head up.

"Why can't I talk?" I whispered.

"Shut up! And it's not just for your sake, it's for mine!" I rolled my eyes and dumped my head back on the floor. What's the worst that could happen?

A few minutes passed until he spoke. "Get up. Now."

"What? Why? I don't even know if I can!"

"Well are you some type of vegetable or what? Get up!"

"I might be! All I remember is walking through the woods, and then blackness.. and then.. ooh, a-"

"We can tell our life stories later. Hurry up!"

"Whatever." I waited for him to let go of my hands, but he hadn't caught on yet. "Ahem?"


"Let go?" He released me and I got up and brushed myself down. Mistake. My fingers were now coated in blood as well. I thought about legging it, but there was no point. I didn't know where I was, or where to go, if he was going to help me, or if I was injured. Might as well die now. "What's all this blood?" I asked as he dragged me through the gravel and into the woods.

"I'll explain later, when we get in."

"In where?"

"I'll explain later! For goodness sake. Here I am, trying to bloody help you, and all you can do is nag and ramble on about a load of crap?" I ignored that comment and purposely said something else just to annoy him.

"Do you know me?" I smiled and he let out a frustrated sigh.

"Get on my back."

"Well, okay," I shrugged, and jumped onto his back. He began to run through the tangle of green, the bright white sun seeping through the sheltering canopies.

The End

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