Beaten: A Fictional Narrative

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THIRTEEN

I’ve been getting awful flashbacks all the time ever since father died. It was like I was reminded of him and every one of his words and advice I took for granted. It was a melancholic distraction from the real world and I was slowly drowning in thoughts I couldn’t comprehend.

Almost interrupting my deep thinking, Theodor whispered quietly to the crew of anxious people. “Let’s go. She’s nearby.”

He quickly stood up, checked his watched, and hurried out the back door. They progressively started running, and I saw Austin pass through the door frame and stares at me, nonverbally urging me to follow him. I watched as he lost himself in the afternoon rain.
I stood up and went out, staring up at the sky. The rain pounded on me and I cried out in frustration. I didn’t understand what was wrong with me, but I felt
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I screamed, but my voice was muffled. The person in question released me and held my face, trying to get my attention. I recognised him as Austin. He pulled me back with him without giving me an explanation, and I couldn’t meet his eyes to tell him to stop. It made me feel weak.
We didn’t go all the way back to the cabin, but half way through. He pushed me towards a door, and I fell in the shop. The bell rung as to indicate a new customer entering the shop, the sounded mashed up with the thunderous sounds beating loudly outside.

It felt like a nightmare, the way the wind pulled me on and off. I was soaked. I tried catching up to my breath, but it outran me, like when I outran Austin.

Looking around, I saw papers flying, clothes swinging back and forth on the hangers, slapping my arm as they did. The roof had been ripped off from the ceiling and we were, once again, stuck in the open rain.

It was cold and humid and smelled like petrichor. The scent was earthy and musky, overwhelming my tiresome body. I sunk to the

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