Splashing through the stream, stumbling, hoping that nothing finds her. On dry land she wastes no time, ripping her socks off and throwing them in her bag. Putting her shoes back on she darts off, avoiding and thornes that might harm her. Her breathing hastens, she was doing it! She was running! She was free, free from the burden of returning. Free from the fear of her parents, the sharp pain still stinging in her chest. The fear that her child would have to suffer through that. Her boyfriend trailed ahead, making sure that everything was clear. Their friend a couple paces behind her. Holding his bow slightly up to catch the tree branch coming at him. They were on the run, and it felt like nothing even mattered, as long as they had each other.
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Happy and Derranged
RandomI'm going to be writing a series of stories, hopefully all pretty short. They will show my frustration with life and the people around me. They'll also show what interests me.
