Emma crushed the stone with her flat feet. She had been running for nearly half an hour now. Her body felt cold, tired, and rigid. She slowed to a jog.
Suddenly, there was an extremely loud crack of lightning. The clouds danced across the sky as the rain finally fell from them, creating the ground a murky walkway. The dark clouds matched well with Emma's gloomy eyes. She ran faster to get out of the freezing rain. Emma ran. And ran. And ran. The woods seemed to close in around her as she was getting more tired and thirsty by the minute. The rain had allowed Emma's hair to get wet, and it stuck to her back and shoulders as she continued to jog. As if God had heard her silent plea, Emma spotted a house not too far from where she was standing.
Amazed, Emma took all the juice that she had left in her and ran like hell to that house. "For Brian," she kept repeating as her toes hit the ground hard with every passing second. Emma reached the stairs that led into the small house. There were two windows that Emma could see. The blinds were painted a dark red. The color of Emma's lipstick she had at home and always wore when she went out with Brian. Just thinking of him welled her eyes with tears. Emma burst though the worn door braced by silver hinges.
