I am gone.

    t a fairy tale, but true ory of my double life, left be all began, in case I may be found again.

    My oory begins y years ago, on an August afternoon, I ran aain trivial and forgotten matters set me off, but I remember preparing for a long journey, stuffing my pockets s left over from lunc of tly t my mot not know I .

    From to t, our yard , as if a borderland to cross carefully, in fear of be-ing exposed. Upon reac safe and illness nestled in trees. topped singing, and ts  rest. tired of t, a tree groaned as if sing in its rooted position. t every rare and passing breeze. As treeline, I came across an imposing cnut  its base big enougo crao , to listen for to beckon, I  move. t sing quot;; in ternoon, in t of dusk, in tarry nigo anss bounced crazily among trees, and ty crasumbling over stumps and fallen logs, passing me by. Soon to tance, faded to eco ermined not to be found.

    I burroo my den, pressing my face against tree, ins s rot and dankness, t my skin. A lole sounded farao a  dreensified and quickened. t galloped toree and stopped s of my ing breatfall. I curled up tigo to my feet. Cold fingers wrapped around my bare ankle and pulled.

    to ted once before a small  my mouted a gag. In tures remained obscure, but tripped me of my clottle cionally strong boys and girls, had kidnapped me.

    t and ran. Racing t at breakneck speed on my back, I reaming by like a meteor sly from me in darkness. tic creatures moved about e ting t