I've been on the run for 17 hours now. I have no idea where I am. Not exactly.

I know I'm somewhere in the new forest, but after the first few hours I completely lost my bearings, and now that it's

dark out, I don't have any idea at all.

It doesn't matter. None of it matters anymore. What matters is I can finally see lights bobbing through the pine trees in the distance, yellow lights in the dark.

I'm crouched in a ditch, half hidden in the undergrowth.

Haven't moved in 10 minutes.

My skin is dirty and sweat soaked.

My feet hurt.

Legs feel like they're on fire.

I think my time at the run might finally be coming to an end.

I hope I still have enough time yet, though.

Enough time to tell this story.

I only have two things in my pockets and one of them is my phone.

I've kept a little running diary in the note section ever since I got it, just a few thoughts each day.

Over the past few days, I've been writing in it more than usual, a lot more. I've had good reason to. What follows is everything I wrote

down since last Tuesday. That was the day after my little brother's birthday.

The day after Jamie turned 12.

The same day, we used this brand new metal detector for the first and last time.

Thursday First and last time. Thursday

Jamie wanted to use the middle detector ever since you unwrapped it.

But yesterday was a no- too much rain I was kind of hoping it might rain today so I wouldn't be

roped into helping him but no luck bright Right, screaming sunshine, not a cloud in the sky.

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