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She woke up in a white room. Where was she? The last thing she knew she was jumping from the tree. Vines around her throat. Then black. Then…white? Where is she? She started walking. Not sure where, but she just started walking. Suddenly there was a golden light. So she ran. And ran. And ran. And…wait. Isn't running how she got here in the first place? This was it. The last place to run to. She couldn't run anymore. So she sat. And waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. Until the world around her started to change. Then boom. She was in a meadow. Surrounded by beautiful flowers, green grass, and giant trees. The wildlife was blooming with many different animals and plants. It was here she felt at peace. It was here she could finally let her guard down. It was here she was safe. All because she chose not to run. She won't run anymore. Nope. Now she will stay where she belongs. Here, she is home.
She sat down and started to pick some of the flowers. Pretty lavender and hyacinths littered the ground. As she picked the flowers she started to turn them into a flower crown. She gently placed the finished crown on her head. She was safe here. Finally at peace. There was a glimmer. Something shiny. She stood up and walked over to it. Leaning down she saw it was a golden heart locket. Picking it up, the locket seemed to be engraved. It had some weird symbols on it. She couldn't tell where it was from. Oh well, it was hers now anyways. She was the only one here after all. Man, she never knew how alone she was until now. Oh well. Putting the locket around her neck she went back to her little flower spot.
Pick, pick, pick. Wrap, wrap, wrap. That's all she did. How long has she been here? She's not sure. She sat and picked and braided and wrapped. Around her were tens of flower crowns. All made with either lavender or hyacinths. It may have been peaceful but damn was it boring. But she sat and picked and braided and wrapped. And she sat and picked and braided and wrapped. And sat and picked and braided and…. dropped it. She fell backward and laid on the ground. What good is living a peaceful life if there's no one around to bug you? The sun started to set and the moon started to rise. She wasn't scared. She couldn't be hurt here. But man is she bored.