Forgetting What's Forgiven

The sharp stinging pain of branches whipping across my body

makes me cringe in pain as I run through the woods. Chase

is just ahead of me; I can hear him, but I cant see him. The

icy-cold chill of the night air causes my skin to crawl, but I barely

even notice as I carry Jenna in my arms. She doesnt look like the

girl I know; she looks like someone fi ghting for her life.

Weve been running for miles, it seems like. I dont know why I

didnt stop Chase earlier. But I think were heading in the wrong

direction. Chase! Stop! I scream at the top of my lungs. I hear

him stop off in the distance. As I start to walk toward where I think

he is, I come into a small meadow in the middle of the woods, and

there I see him sitting on the trunk of an old dead tree. I think

were lost. He looks back down at the almost-black ground. There

are no markers, no signs, nothing,