Della

That's me, Della. I guess it's not very imaginative to name a story after yourself, but that's okay. All I have is my story. I guess I could have named it my story.

I was being chased through the woods for something I didn't do. They wanted to kill me, I didn't know why. I only knew I had to run. It was night and I fell into a creek. I stumbled along in the water because I could see better and the dogs lost me. I didn't know they couldn't follow me in water, that was dumb luck.

How could the people who had taken me in so easily turn on me so fast?

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Della