I was running...but some man was pulling me and I couldn't stop.
I kept asking, "Who are you?" "Where are we going?" He said nothing and I haven't seen his face.
His hand was rough and cold.
He kept pulling me along. We ran and ran. Suddenly he spoke, "Jump."
We had reached a drop off and I had no choice but to follow. We jump. The man embraces me as we tumble.
I could feel rocks and twigs and branches ripping away at me. Finally, we roll to an abrupt stop. I felt sand in my toes and smelt rich salty air.
The man still holds me tightly into his chest...I couldn't hear his heartbeat. I tried to glance up and see his face, but we were bac