"For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream." - Vincent Van Gogh
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Journal #11
After hours of walking, exhuasted, Rachel began walking back to the place she told her brother to wait. Rachel had tried to find some good sticks for the fire, her brother and her had going. Rachel felt like she was walking around in circles because of all of the similar scenery. She felt like she would stagger to the ground. She finally found the spot she left her brother and didn't see her brother, she knew it was this spot because her tent was there. She looked in her tent and her brother, Brian, was not there. Rachel saw that her belongings was not there either. She began worrying, wondering if he began to walk to find her. Frantically, Rachel began running while dizzy trying not to trip in the forest. Rachel screamed as loud as she could for Brian. She began overthinking to wonder what could happen to her brother. All of those memories of her fighting with her brother appearing in her mind. She regrets every one of those moments because now she may never be able to see him again. As she was running she tripped over a log, hit her head and became unconscious. Rachel awoke to her brother Brian saying, "Did you miss me? You won't miss me for long."
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