"Take my hand."

With that the figure took Rebekah's hand without waiting for her to reply. Startled she took a look around. The world seemed dark and quiet, she was afraid to make a sound and wake what may be sleeping. So she dug her nails into their palm and hurried to keep pace with them.

They ran across fields and into the forests. Crossing streams and walking over large hills. Beginning to feel free even while her hand was captured in a strangers she kept running. Soon enough she was the one doing the pulling and laughing.

In one tug the stranger pulled Rebekah back. Sending her flying backwards by the arm causing her to fall. When she came to her feet it was with a glare in their direction.

"What was that for?" she demanded.

"Well you were finally feeling free and enjoying your time. It seemed like the right time to pull you back down."

The simple statement hit Rebekah so hard that she stepped back. Closing her eyes, she clenched her free hand in a fist and sighed. This was it. This was who she was running with the whole time.

"Insecurity." The name rolled off her tongue far easily than she would have liked.

Every time Rebekah began to feel free she would be brought back down. It was her own fears nagging at her. Clutching their hands around her wrists and pulling with all their might. Every. Single. Time.