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farm around here somewhere. You noticed there were a lot of them while he drove. They were everywhere and normally the ones with trees near them, were close.

  You were close to being saved.

  Oh, god, you can’t believe it, close, all you have to do is get out of these trees. Be out of these trees and then you will see the house, and it’s all about getting to it. You can do that, you have enough energy to do that.

  You start to run, picking up your pace, letting the feeling of hope, excitement, lead your feet.

  You only stumble over sticks twice. You still aren’t looking down. You don’t want to know what you’re stepping on. You don’t want to see what your feet look like. You know it’s nothing pretty but at least you can’t feel it. That’s always a plus, you can’t feel your body, other than the bone deep need to pass out, but the rest? All numbed out.

  The trees break free, you see kilometres and kilometres of open land, but there’s a house, right there, behind all that sugar cane.

  You swallow, but it’s no use—to get to the house, you have to go through the cane, you don’t have a choice.

  You look back into the trees, there isn’t anyone behind you. You’re not going back in there, only way you’re going is forward.

  You start running; you are going as fast as you can. There isn’t a lot left in you, but you will make it if you have to. There isn’t another option. You will make it to that house, you will get help.

  The land was cut into squares; each square has a different part of growth. Some of the earth has just been tossed, others have little sapling type sprouts, nothing but green plants sticking up, others are nearly as high as your middle.

  You can make it to the house with nothing more than the dirt, or ground enough so you can see, but you have to go through one lot of plants. You’ve heard it’s the worse stuff to go through. Full of snakes. It’s said that when they light these bad boys up, you have to lock up anywhere those buggers can go, because as the fire starts the snakes scatter.

  You have to though, even if you aren’t looking forward to going into all that thick grass, it’s going to be a nightmare, but at least you will get out and there will be people on the other side to help you.

  The grass feels weird as you step in, trying to ward off the thick cane of sugar as you remember to stamp, to step lightly, to watch out for snakes, even when you can’t see the ground. You become quicker, the adrenalin of both being in a snake pit and nearly getting free, help you move through the thick leaves. Still it’s slow work. They are all weaved together and yet are separate, they are thick, heavy, and no matter how fast you work your feet and hands you feel like you’re getting nowhere.

  You’re scared, more so than any other time so far. You have fears that are more ingrained than that of a man wanting to rape and kill you. Snakes are one of your big ones, and this is a test so strong that you should get a medal at the end of it.

  You went into a place that snakes would be; more impressive, you’re doing it with bare feet.

  You get through the grass, taking deep breaths. More like gulps. Sweat is pouring off you. You can’t believe you did that. You want to jump up and down you’re so proud of yourself. At least that’s what you would have been doing if your reason behind that was not running away from something worse, and that this isn’t the end, though it feels so much like it. No, now you have to hope someone’s home.

  You move up to the house, finding that the back door is a glass sliding door. This is good, you hope. Please be good.

  You knock but no one comes. You knock again.

  You push your ear up to the glass, it’s cool and smooth under your cheek, there is the sound of a telly deep inside, it’s quite. They should be able to hear a knock.

  You knock louder, shaking the whole screen with your fist.

  Still nothing.

  You’re desperate, you try for the handle. It’s unlocked....

  You open the door, you smell something that isn’t quite right, but you don’t think much of it. You just want in. you just want a phone, to call the cops, to have someone save you from the man.

  You push aside the curtain. It’s warm. You call inside, seeing if they can hear you. If they are home.

  No answer.

  Still you can’t let yourself turn away; you need inside the safety of this house.

  You step over the line. Your feet hit the smooth hard line of lino flooring. It’s such a relief that your eyes fill up with tears as you enter.

  It’s a weird silence, something you should note, but you don’t. All you hear is safety, the dull roar of the telly.

  You follow the noise, you have to see if anyone’s here before you use their phone, not that you know why. Yet, even if this wasn’t inside you, this need to check first, you still need to find the phone.

  You follow the sound to the telly; your feet hardly make a noise on the way down the small hall.

  It opens up into a bloodbath.

  Your eyes aren’t quite sure what they are seeing. It’s a lounge room, you’re sure that’s what should have been here, only now it was just body pieces and blood. Blood. Over everything.

  Your mind stops, along with your heart. You aren’t sure what the hell you’re seeing. You don’t want to know what you are seeing. It takes too long; this isn’t the place to be.

  You can’t think, all there is, is blood.

  You turn around and see him.

  “Hey-ya sugar, told ya you can’t run from me.”

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