-----June 19th, 1905-----

My hands were cold and shakey. I didn't know how, but I just killed him. He came at me, and I dont know what, but someething jolted within me- something I've never ever felt before.

I heard shouting outside, and knew I had to run. Surely someone had seen me follow him inside. I exited out of the barn the back way and hastily retreated into the thick woods.

“What am I going to do?” I thought to myself, breathing heavily. After five minutes of sprinting, my heart felt like it was going to explode and my legs were on fire. I knew I couldn't run much more without rest, so I decided to climb a tree to wait out until my persuers left. First, I had to find the best climbing tree, but one that also was dense enough to keep me hidden. I took off running again.

After about two minutes, I made a sharp left thinking this might lead them away from me aswell. It was then I saw the tree. It stood ominously, but had exactly what I needed. I climbed it quickly, scratching my legs on the bark, ripping my dress as I pulled myself up, but I didn't stop to evaluate my wounds until I reached a seat-like section of the trunk where several branches protruded outward.

About twenty feet up I sat, evaluating the red, aching lines on my legs. I leaned my head back against a thick branch and watched the sun go down, realizing I couldn't ever go back. I was alone.