The next morning I awoke with a start, visions from my nightmare still fresh in my mind. A single image replays over an over in my head, of me stuck on a cliff, Dylan walking toward me. I’ve got nowhere to go, so I jump off the edge, I never see myself hit the ground, but I wish I could have, to end these awful feelings. Once my nerves calm, I swing my legs over my make-shift table bed, and head to the bathroom. I splash some water on my face, pausing to just stare at myself for a bit. Nothing about me looks the same as before; I’ve changed, I don’t see the thirteen year old girl I came here as. No, not anymore, the innocence in me is already starting to fade, its wilting away.
After I get dressed I head out to where everyone else is sitting. All the younger people; my cousin’s and I, have decided to venture down to the creek at the other side of the campsite. There’s always millions of baby salmon swimming in that creek every year at this time. Naturally, the boys all get right into the water, trying to catch them with plastic cups. All that is except for Dylan, he chose to stand back with me; oh how I wished he would have jut left me alone. The other girls all went out to pick huckleberries, to use as bait. They were having so much fun, all of them, laughing, goofing off, and being a family. I wanted to join them, but I knew I couldn’t. My focus was on Dylan, who kept reaching for my privates when ever no one was looking.
“Dylan cut it out! You know someone is going to see you if you continue to do this.”
“Not if you keep your voice down they wont. You don’t want your brothers to see something like this now do you?”
He had me there; of course I didn’t want that kind of burden put upon them.
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