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HOPE, one word, four letters, seems to hold a lot more courage than it actually sounds.
When we say the word, the first thing that comes to mind when asked to picture hope is the first ray of sunlight in middle of a forest.
The first ray of light, doesn't let expectations die ; it makes the heart want to live, to be saved, and to survive.
I pulled my hand to my chest, stopping myself from heaving.
The pain is unbearable ; I can't, I won't be able to. But... But I want to. I... I want to survive.
My eyes were on the edge of giving up, with sharp pain in my body greeting me, as if thousands of needles were been pricking me inside.
Walking alone in middle of a forest, brushing against different types of plants and worms, made my skin crawl.
Right now, I want nothing but to take a good shower and get to my bed and sheets to hide from the monsters roaming out there.
Which might and will show up any moment, and there won't be any way out for me to run.
I fought for my life, for myself. But I won't be able to anymore. I'm too tired to even walk; my body may give up any moment now.
The animals roaming outside may come and tear my flesh apart.
I want to cry, cry my heart out, tear the world apart for putting me in this position. I want to burn it and turn it into ashes as it has turned me.
The only only hope right now is of Revenge. I promise to make them cry tears of blood just like they made me.
I am craving the touch of love, his touch. The only touch that makes me feel alive, while brings the spark out of me like no one else's.
The touch that makes me feel powerful, that reminds me it's always there to save me whenever I'm in need.
But this time, it's taking too long to come.
The fear is real, the fear of not getting a chance to look into those grey eyes for one last time. I touched my left arm tightly as the sharp pain again crept in.
I looked at the arm, which has now turned pale blue and purple with dried blood coating in it's entrance.
I should find something to cover it up; it's getting infected. Tearing a piece of clothing from the last edge of my suit, which is almost shredded in half already.
Half of my skin is already in show, with the cold air doing no good to me. But instead of stopping on my path, I kept walking towards the ray which seems to be far away from my reach.
A painful moan escaped me as I felt something pricking under my feet, making it hard to proceed further.
Biting my lower lip, I looked down; finding a thorn pricking me. I got down on my knees to take it out as I needed to reach the ray of light as soon as possible.
