Psychic or Psycho?

Jace's POV

"I have to go," I say, leaving Zayn's grip and standing up.

"Wait, Jace I-" I turn and run. Why do I run from stuff? Why do I run from the things in scared of?

i run away and find a small creek. It has one tree, and it looks climb- able.

my grubby, dirty hands touch the tree's base as I start to climb up the limbs of the tree.

When I get up, I finally sit down and lie back on one branch, closing my eyes. Peaceful-ness washes over me, and I smile.

I listen to the crackle of the Stream and the slight wind coming from the south. It slowly grows dark, but I don't care. I'm in peace right now. This is a place I could die.

"Jace."

I swear, these bit's are following me.

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