Jennifer limped towards the platform, clothes rumpled and torn. Eyes itchy. Cheeks hot and glistening. There was a screaming pain at the back of her...
Its been there for as long as anyone can remember. The tower. It stands like an ice-pick, pushing through vines and shrivelled leaves, giving way to an arrow-head roof patched with moss.
We were lost to the forest the day our Mother and Father abandoned us. I run fast; the vast collage of leaves and trees is a wild blur to me. My breath wheezes in my throat.