Running. Trying to go as fast as my feet will carry me. I have no idea how long I have been running for now, an hour at least. I don't know where I am, these woods seem to carry on forever, a never ending sight of skyscraping trees. I start to slow down, I think I lost them. I finally come to halt.
I literally collapse against a thick oak tree from exhaustion. My once blue cotton dress is now torn from the branches whipping at me and clings to me with sweat, and my fragile silk pumps are destroyed. I slide down the trees trunk, sitting in a pile of muck and leaves. Thinking about what happened just a few hours ago brings my hands to my face and my knees to my chest. I'm too tired to cry, so only a pathetic sob comes out when i really want to break down.
I was in my gran's house taking care of her, she was 96. I knew she never had long left. She is the only family I have left after my mother, father, brother and sister were murdered 4 years back. My gran is all i have left, and she is dying. As I was taking her a tray of tea and scones up to her room, I heard screams from outside. Not just a scream, this scream was one full of fear, a scream that occurred just before something horrific. I sat the tray on the table, and peeked outside the living room window. Shattered glass made the pavement and road glisten, doors literally torn off of the hinges lay in splintered messes across the small street, and red. A red liquid was everywhere, across house walls, across the pavement, overflowing the one drain on the road. It was blood.
