It's time for good ol' continue the story! I'll start. You continue where the story left off, and then the next person continues where the last part of the story left off.
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It was late at night, and I was tired. But I had to get up. I looked around. There was the bag. I picked it up, and quietly left my room, checking to see if everyone was still asleep. They were. Good. I ran out of the house, and didn't stop running until I found a small clearing in the forest. Sitting down, I opened the bag. What had I gotten myself into? It was a big enough task for anyone, let alone...

I can't believe I was actually going to do this! Who was I to even think I could handle something like this. I reached into the bag to pull it out. It gleamed in the night sky. I started to get scared. My fears were starting to finally get to me. I didn't know what to do. Maybe I should head back...

"No,"
I told myself firmly. "You have to do this. You're the only one who
can." I laid down on the soft grass, and used the bag as a sort of
pillow for my head. Gripping the dagger from the bag fiercely in my
hands, I fell
asleep. It must have been--3? 4? hours later when I woke up with a
start. Someone was nearby, and I had a feeling I knew why they were
here.
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Heh. Sort of cheesy ending, I know.

I sat up and felt around for the daggar. It lay next to my foot. I tightened my hand around it and screamed as the blade cut into the center of my palm. Instantly blood began oozing from the cut. I gritted my teeth together and concentrated on adding pressure to the wound.
A branch broke. It didn't sound more than ten feet away.

"Who's there?" I called out. There was no answer. Clouds starting covering the moon. It started to get darker and darker. It was harder to see now. I got up, and tried to feel my way around the forest. It was silent again. The only thing I could hear was the sound of my own heart beating. I heard it again. Another branch broke. I started backing up. Until I ran into someone.

My heart started beating as I slowly turned to see who I had come across, I turned, my heart racing, wondering if i was going to survive the night. I turned around to come face to face with...

I screamed and jumped back, only to find that he had arrived. My partner. "You scared me!" I said breathlessly. He just grinned, although it was hard to see in the fading light. "Well, let's get a move on," he said. "We don't have that much time anymore."

By the time the sky had begun to show the first hints of dawn, my partner and I had reached...

"I mean if we are going to find it before sunrise, then we have to get a move on". If you are wondering what 'it' is, then you are going to have to let me know if you can handle what I am about to tell you... (followed on from Issy)

I can handle it," I said softly

"Then I'll tell you what 'It' is" I replyed, my voice as cool as the breeze that was blowing. er face turned pale as I whispered into her ear what 'It' was.

"Oh my gosh u cant try and find her" She whispered back, looking around slowly as if she was watching us. I knew it was starnge, but I just had an urge to find her, i had to find my mother. She had abandoned me when i was a young girl of four, left me stranded in the woods and now the only way to find her was to start off where i could remember. If only i had been a quieter child. Maybe, just maybe she wouldnt have left me...

Maybe, just maybe she wouldn't have dressed me in my good jeans and vest. Maybe, just maybe, had I not constantly been yapping her ear off, constantly nagging her, constantly whining, constantly following her about, maybe she wouldn't have put me in the car that day and driven me out of the trailer park I had come to know so well, maybe she wouldn't have dropped me off at my Uncle...

Uncle's cabin in the woods. I had never liked my Uncle, and he had never liked me and had never tried to hide the fact he didnt. He constantly whined at me and oredered me to do the dishes in amongst doing the cleaning and getting him beers. It was just that one night that changed it all, that night when in my uncles cabin i decided i could take no more. I wanted to be free...

And so I wrapped my uncle's daggar in the bag and I waited until he was asleep. And then I snuck out...And here I am...

... as the dagger glinted in the moonlight i could feel my power, my heart raced as i held it up high and i rejoiced, i had ecscaped, but little did i know, it was not going to eb that easy to be free...

I felt someone shove me. It was my partner. He was telling me it was time to go. I looked out across the horizon and saw that it was almost dawn. We walked through the rest of the woods taking care to be quiet. We finally reached our destination at the perfect time...

i glared at my partner for shoving me, but nothing could erase the horrifying memory of that night from my head. In my head i was stlll wandering through the woods, a terrfied 12 year old girl, scared her uncle was going to find her, alone with nothing but a dagger and some wolves...

I suddenly felt ill, and I had to sit down on the ground to compose myself . "What if she's in there?" I said to my partner, finding my voice hoarse and low. "I can't go in there. I can't." He smiled, full of pity. "I'm coming too. It'll be okay." We both knew he had no idea if it would be okay or not--in fact, it was more likely that it wouldn't--but I smiled back as best as I could. There was a loud creaking sound, and with a jolt of nausea, I realized it was the door to the house opening...

I almost wet my pants. I couldn't understand how this had happend I began to cry...

the tears rolled down my face faster than a cheetah runs and as i cryed my partner glared at me"stop your stupid crying and get moving, if we are ever going to find her, we have to move now".
As he said these words i felt a pang of hope, maybe i could find my mother. Maybe it would all be a fairytale ending. But theres no such thing as fairytales....

My partner shoved me again to indicate that we really should get going. Slowly, I started moving forward.

i didnt quite know why i was going to go in the first place. I knew i was strong. But was i that stong. I was not storng enough for what was about to come my way thouhg....

I felt each breath that entered my lungs, the silence was unbearable. I tightend my grip on the dagger, as though it was my life line, my partner pushed my again and i felt a pang of agrivation, she didn't know what i had to face, i had to face the woman i thought would never leave me, the woman i thought loved so much that she'd never want to part from me, a tear rolled down my cheek, i had to know what i did to make her hate so...

no one had ever hated me that much befoire, there was the odd person i highschool, of course, but i had to know exaclty what made this woman hate me so much she had left me, but what i didn't know was that wasnt all i was goingto find out...

Here I was talking about my mother, who she left me but I'm going to find the bigger picture, I'm going to ask the big question, one which will make her face pale, make her stomach lurch nervously and her body shake with shame.
Who is my Father?
Where is he?
These question among others needed to be answered for my own sake...

I finally reached her house. Gathering up my courage, I knocked on the door. I could hear footsteps slowly approaching. My breath started getting shorter and shorter. The door slowly creaked open, keeping me in full suspense. I looked up into the face of a person I wasn't expecting to see...

It was a young girl, who must have been about 9 or 10, or perhaps younger than that. It was hard to tell. Her face was small and pale, but her mouth was drawn, and her eyes looked tired. And they were looking suspiciously at me. "What do you want?" she asked.

"Is Ms. Walsh home?" I asked, still nervous after hours of rehearsing in my head. The girl didn't look comforted, but walked a few steps back into the house, and bellowed, "Mom! Someone's here to see you!" I couldn't make out the words of a reply, but the girl yelled back, "Dunno! Some kid."

Within a few minutes, a woman came down the stairs. She had the same tired eyes as the child, but at least made an effort to smile. "How may I help you?" she asked me. "Uh..." I hadn't planned this part. What would I say to her? "My name is Bria. I have reason to believe you're related to me."

After a moment's pause, she sighed, and then said, "Ah. I was expecting you, eventually. Why don't you come in? I'll make some tea."

This definately wasn't the response she was expecting, she was expecting something a little more dramatic, like in the books she had read, where the woman would break down into tears of happiness and shout how she'd missed her and couldn't find her. But to say she was expecting her was definately not running through her mind when she planned this.

She allowed herself to be led into a small living, it was simple, with two chocolate brown leather sofas with a small coffee table between them and a small television. Her mother sat down on one of the sofas and looked up at her.

"So..."

Haha, sorry for the length of this one and my last one
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"I suppose you have a lot of questions for me," she said. "I do," I replied, before asking, "What happened to my father?"

Mrs. Walsh jumped up and walked across to another room. She came back with a small tray and set it down on the table, than resumed her seat on the couch. I peered at the tray. On it was a teapot, a few cups, and a plate of cookies. "Help yourself," Mrs. Walsh said. I took a lumpy chocolate chip cookie from the plate. "Are you going to answer me?" I asked.

"Yes, yes, of course. What was the question, dear?"

"I said, what happened to my father?" I wasn't about to let the subject drop until she gave me a clear answer. I stared at her, and thought I saw her smile fade slightly, and her eyes turn watery. She quickly regained herself. "I'm not sure what happened, myself. You wouldn't remember what happened, you were only about three or so. He went out one day to buy some fish for dinner at the local market. He never came back. I like to think that he's dead. It's easier than thinking that he would have left us on purpose."

So that was it, this was her big adventure to find her mother,
her mother sounded like they'd never been apart, and her father...no one even knew where the hell he was! what was she going to do!?

Mama lived in a two story house, three bedrooms, two baths, simple, but welcoming. There was an extra bed in the attic and she made it up for me. I might as well try and sleep, I thought.

As I lay there at evening, my hands under my head as I stared up at the ceiling. I had no idea where to go from here, I couldn't go 'home' i doubted my Mama would want me here in all honesty...I didn't have anywhere I belonged anymore.

...And somewhere in my head I could hear a child crying. Short, stiffled. Who was was she? I closed my eyes and listened closer. She was saying something. "I...want...to...go...home..."

But where was home? i never felt like it was 'home' with my aunt and uncle (i cnt memba, tha is who she lived with rite?) i needed to find some where where they'd love me and raise me right, not neglect me, or leave me. I didn't just need a home...i needed a family.

Morning came after a fitful sleep. I could smell waffles and coffee coming from the kitchen. My stomach grumbled and I realized I was hungry. Funny how excitement seems to ease the pain of hunger...

I walked down to the kitchen, and saw a small plate made up with food. Was it for me? Would she really be that considerate? Where was she anyway? I left the room, looking for her. "Ms. Walsh? Hello?" No answer. My throat tightened up and my heart started to pound. "Ms Walsh! Mama!" I called, my eyes filling up with hot tears. Had she left me again? Then I saw her in the bathroom, applying makeup.

She turned to look at me, and a small whimper escaped my lips. Ms. Walsh took me in her arms. "There, there," she said. "Mama's here." She wasn't really concerned about me, of course, it was all fake. Everything about her was fake. But I wanted to believe it was real, the way it seemed as though everything was safe, that my mother was protecting me, as I sobbed into her dress. I had never felt anything like this, and my body craved this new feeling. It was the closest thing I had ever felt to being loved.

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When i finally detached myself from her, mama gave me a reasurring smile and gently touched my cheek, wiping away my stray tears.
"Don't worry, i havn't gone anywhere."
I could only nod, she smiled and walked down the small staircase and disappeared through a small doorway. I felt a small smile creep onto my face. Only then was i aware of someone watching me, i turned to see the girl from the night before.
He had a look of deep hatred upon her features, she stalked up to me and pushed me into the wall, keeping a hand on my shoulder with a strength she didn't look like she could posess.
"Keep. Away. From. My. Mother."

"Let me go," I grimaced...