Never Alone

There's no explanation to the unexplained...unless you explain the unexplainable anyways...


2. Getting Out

I turned around, shocked by the other being’s presence and even more, their lack of proper grammar. The girl looked about eight years old, and her voice had a country twang, an infinite amount of freckles speckling her heart-shaped face.

“Are you deaf or somethin’?” The kid demanded, “What’chu doin’? This ‘ere is private property!”

“Ah, sorry,” I said innocently, “I didn’t see a sign.” Privately, I was glad I had been found by a younger kid, and not an adult with a gun. Still, I had business in that field, and it wouldn’t work with a tag-along.

“Well, I don’t care. If the land isn’t your’s, that makes it somebody else’s, which means, it’s private!” The girl squinted up at me. “Hey, you look like one o’ them city folk. How’d you git out ‘ere, anyway?”

Her speech was making me nauseous. “I walked.” I replied simply.

The girl’s eyebrows shot up, “You crazy,” she grabbed my hand, “I’ll show you the way out.”

Her hand was grubby, and I shuddered involuntarily. I shook free from her grasp. “I can find the way on my own.”

“No you can’t! You haven’t got a clue what you’re doin’ round ‘ere! I can tell just by lookin’ at ya!

I don’t think the kid could’ve been louder. Startled ravens were darting out from scattered foliage,opening wide their ugly beaks and screeching warning calls in the air. I froze, staring at them.  They weren't real ravens, their feathers glinted in the sun. They were made from metal.  Oh no, I thought, this is really bad. 


“Why you lookin’ all spooked?” The girl looked up at me, a curious look on her face.

“What, I’m not spooked, just cold, is all.” I halfway lied, I was really cold. 

The girl gave me a look that I think meant she thought I was crazy. “How ‘bout I show ya out?” she suggested. 

I looked at the cawing ravens, their screech sounding a bit more robotic every time I listened, and mentally cursed at them. “Yeah, how about it.”

I followed the judgmental swinging pigtails through the sea of cold, dull colored grass that was up to the kid’s chest. I hoped that the girl knew where she was going. It had been seventeen minuets  and I still couldn't see a road.  Getting in the middle of nowhere was easy. Getting out, well, I wasn't quite sure if it was possible.


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