"Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Vasilisa Smirnov.
The car had barely rolled to a stop before I stumbled out, clutching my chest as I heaved into the bushes. My face was sticky, and my palms clammy. Sweat dribbled down my chin as I choked on my own vomit.
My eyes were blurry and unfocused, but from the corner of my eye, I watched Alexei make his way towards me, gathering my hair into his palms. The stalker's words began to chant in my head like a mantra, a reminder I couldn't escape, and in moments, the tears began to spill.
Sobs racked through my body as I knelt on the damp gravel, my cries echoing across the wide and empty space.
Why me?
