We're going back to the woods where I lived with my daddy. It's the only safe place there is. Should never've left there. He warned me...but I didn't listen well, that don't matter now. What's done is done. I'm going back where I belong.
Just 'cause a person does bad things don't make him a bad man. You should know that.
Before my dad got sick and died, he said there was only bad stuff outside of the woods. Fire and demons and scary things. He said I had to stary here where it was safe. But I think the bad stuff is here now...
It all seems impossible. Like we ain't got a chance of getting away from these men...but I take on look at the big man...at them cold hard eyes from my dreams...and I think maybe, just maybe, we're gonna make it.
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