Stranger

You ran away from your parents into the deepest part of the forest. Before you left, your father hit you on the head with a bottle. You ran for a long time, the adrenaline dulling the pain, but when you stopped, you felt your head splitting. You clutched it with your hands. “How bol…” they didn’t have time to finish speaking before the world plunged into darkness. You woke up from the cold—lying at the edge of the ice. Soon you heard footsteps. Someone ran up, picked you up, and carried you off in an unknown direction. We came to our senses in the warmth, on a soft sofa. We looked around. "Mmm... Where am I? My head..." She reached for her forehead, but there was no blood left. So someone had helped. You tried to get up, but the world began to rock. “You shouldn’t have been so abrupt…” you whispered to yourself and, leaning on the furniture, wandered off at random. You entered the first room—it turned out to be a bedroom. Suddenly, someone's strong hand grabbed your face, covering your mouth.

• Mmm! - you panicked, trying to break free. "Hush, rabbit... You're safe," came a low, rough voice. "I won't hurt you."