As I breath a cloud of frost released from my mouth as if it was a dragon breathing fire angrily, except im not angry, and I'm not a dragon, Im a girl on the run and Im scared. People are after me , and not the right type of people. All I have is the bag of my most vauable things that I have carried since my first run away, and the clothes on my back. The snow is floating in the sky lingering, almost taunting me, all i want is to be left alone to fall freely like the snow, but I know this will never happen. this is not my destiny. My boots making a solid crunching sound as they hit the snow, crushing it. My pulse is racing, the blood is pumping quickly around my body, trying to make it thicker to support the constant flow of enegry being exterted from my body. The street lights are dim, I can barley make out my surroundings. But as a black figure appears lurking around the next corner I know this is the least of my worries. My body knows what to do, it has been through this many of times. I swiftly cross the road kepping my pace, trying not to draw attention to myself. I here a faint crunching behind me and I know the chase is on. I tighten the straps on my bag as my legs began to move faster with each stride I did not expect to have to run so soon. But thats what i have to do, run. My arms glide through the thick air , demolishing any kind of particale that may have been there. I here it behind me, crunch cruch crunch. The weather is not in my favour. It starts to hail, small of feels like stones are attacking me making this whole ordeal harder than it is already. The wind is howling like a pack of hungry wovels ready to shed blood. The steps are getting closer and I know what's going to happen. I take to more strides attempting to fool my body into going faster, but deep down I know I should simply give in. Then it gets me, the figure gets me, when the hands grab my back it feels like sharp daggers tearing my skin apart slowly. My body rolls on a three sixty degree as it slams into the concret. Head first.
~As I wake I have no reason to worry or to panic.I know what to do, I have done this before. Im in a four wall concret cellar that has no kind of window or light source so I have no idea what time of day it is, or how long i have been here for . Im hanging from the celling my hands tied with rope leaving me swinging at a dead wieght. So I sit here and I swing, just swing, and think. There is a way to get out of here, I know there is , I have done it multiple times before, and i will do it agian. So I will sit here and swing until I find that way. And I will find it.
~thank you for reading guys! This is my first story that ive put up, just having a bit of fun really :) follow please! liv :) <3
