start of a story im writing

[Megan cartwright]

Part 1 – Secrets

 

“The truth may hurt but it has one path, but lies always hurt and have hundreds of paths” My brother’s words echoed in my head as I ran, I didn’t know where to, but I had to keep running and I couldn’t look back.

I had to stop, but my brother said not to. I didn’t really need to stop but I sensed someone following me.

I needed to stop by the time I got past 6 or 7 streets. I got really paranoid, but why did my brother say run? I could have helped too!

I could barely breathe now. I stopped after the 9^th street, put my hands on my knees and took a few deep breaths. Then I heard footsteps; my head shot up like bullet.

I saw a silhouette of a tall man; well he looked tall because I am quite small.

“Hello Megan” he said in a voice that sounded so annoying. But I still replied “Hello. Who are you and how do you know my name?” he just chuckled and walked forward towards me.

“I know a lot of things Megan, you just need to listen to me” he whispered.

“I don’t even know you, how am I supposed to listen to you or tru -” he cut me off before I’d finished

“My name is not important. I’m trying to save you and your brother’s life”

I responded “What the hell are you talking about? We don’t need any help!”

He just nodded and smiled.

“STOP DOING THAT!” I shouted at him.

He covered my mouth and said “Please stop shouting, and stop doing what?”

I ripped his hand from my face, his hand felt so cold.

“Anyway” I said warily “I need to meet someone”

I ran away, but all of a sudden I felt a sharp pain like a burning I fell straight to the floor in agony.