The night sky was shrouded in darkness tonight. There was no moon in sight to brighten her path. Even the street lamps glowing in the bleak setting were far in between.
Maybe the sense of gloom, the suffocating air of morbidity, had reached around her, blending in with her surroundings, sucking away all vitality.
Or maybe shame was eating away at them all. Maybe they couldn't show her their faces. Maybe they regretted watching but not taking any action.
Maybe they hated their helplessness.
She certainly did.
She didn't exhaust her mind further on that particular train of thought, instead, kept a single-minded focus on the next steps that her scarred, frail legs would take while trying to see with the handful of light offered as a charity and taking care to not step on sharp stones.
Sweat poured down her forehead and her back. Even though goosebumps erupted on her skin from the night's chill, she burned inside. She couldn't seem to get enough air in no matter how fast she breathed in and out.
Her body was heavier and heavier.
Her legs trembled but showed no signs of faltering. Even if her body was on the verge of giving up, she was determined to keep going by borrowing the strength of her mind. Since she was running away, since she was escaping, she would do it till the end was near.
On a rare moonless night, as coolness descended with the arrival of winter, nobody took note of the wild-eyed young girl running with a crazed vigour, like her life was dependent on it.
They would never know that ironically enough, it possibly did.
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Twisted Paradise
RomanceLilithe Blackthorne, the dark, brazen beauty with a dense forest in her eyes and a fire burning in her soul cannot be stopped until she had her revenge. Used and discarded in the worst way possible when she was a child... she won't hesitate to kill...
