Run! My mind was telling me.
Run as FAST as you can and DON'T look back! I should have run, just like my mind was telling me to. In fact, it was practically SCREAMING at me to run! But I didn't run, flee, or even back away from the boy that was coming nearer and nearer to me each and every second that I didn't do something, each and every second was one second TOO long, one second TOO late. I jumped when the boy started to speak to me, "What is your name?" he asked. I didn't reply to his question. How could I reply when FOUR WHOLE YEARS of not being discovered were going right down the drain. Four whole years that I had kept myself safe, that I was smart. Slowly, ever so slowly the boy came closer. He spoke, "You don't have to be frightened of me, I won't hurt you. I just want to know what your name is." I thought for a moment processing that. Finally, I spoke, "I'm...". Hang on a second, I'm telling this all WRONG! Let's start at the beginning, shall we?