They’re coming. They might actually reach me this time. I’m petrified, the only reason I can move my arms to paddle is pure adrenaline. As I paddle, I let regretful and anxious thoughts consume me. Why would I go in a lake—in a paddle boat—while they have a motored boat?! Why didn’t I accept that guy’s help? Why are they still after me after I gave them what they wanted?

I desperately paddle, but my strokes get weaker and weaker, and so does my faith in my ability to get away this time. I never had thought I’d have to run again.

Up. Down. Push.

Up. Down. Push.

Don’t die, don’t die. Keep paddling. Just keep paddling.

I look back. The universe must’ve pitied me because something stoped them just long enough for me to reach shore and run into the woods.

Where I’m hidden…and safe.