Emma looked at what she was about to do. Full of rage she thrust the knife down and with that the animal let out its last breathe. It was days since Emma had returned to her house. She had fled her home town until she could no longer hear the cries of their mocking voices, yet she sat alone with the bodies of countless dead animals the howling laughter echoed in her mind. She stabbed the animal once again and began to move away. She had only felt that she needed to kill something because emotionally they all killed her. Here in America she was supposed to be able to speak her mind. But criticisation told her otherwise. italic I love him, he’s no different than you or me! He’s sweet. Stop it! You don’t even know him! Not like i do…. italic She couldn’t bare it. She ran into the forest so fast her feet practically flew past minor sticks and mud. So fast, so far. They said she was able to do anything right. Now she can do anything. Becoming more powerful fighting to survive. Getting stronger and stronger.