Imogene Scott

    My breathing is labored. My feet hurt as I turn left, heading out of the front lawn into the streets. All eyes turn to me as I flee. One part of me tells me this isn't real, that the person I just spoke to isn't Damien Shaw. As I head into the dimly lit streets, I hear footsteps behind me.

Tears start to flow freely as I turn my head. Damien is sprinting after me. My heart races faster, but this time it has nothing to do with exertion, and everything to do with that look of determination on Damien's face.

I continue to walk fast, but rapidly,...