Abscond

ab·scond

- to leave hurriedly and secretly, typically to avoid detection.

❝ In the end, running away doesn't solve anything.

    More or less, it is usually too late before we work that out. ❞

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Do you know that feeling?

When you're running away, yet you know for certain you're not going to be found?

Your mind is going crazy, filled with thoughts that no longer make sense.

Do you know that feeling?

When everything seems lost, and you feel as if you're fading away, as if you've been forgotten?

Your heart beats for only two reasons; the hurt, and the frustration. 

Do you know that feeling?

When someone has hurt you so bad that pain just isn't a sensation anymore?

You're broken.

Do you really know that feeling?

Or are you just saying that you do?

Lying.

Because many would say they know how she felt.

They wouldn't know in the slightest.

That's the problem with many people in our small world.

They compare their own problems to others, and more or less think they're worse off.

Truth is, everyone has problems. 

You can't compete with one another, you end up with more trouble than you began with.

Her agony was a way that words could not describe.

The street lights were dim, and her silky violet cloak swayed in the breeze.

That same breeze was cool, peaceful.

It was night-time, just past midnight.

The stars twinkling sweetly in the sky, the moon full.

There wasn't a sound, all were quiet.

Just her and her madness.

Nobody had noticed that she had left, although she was never expecting it.

What was she doing?

Why was she running away?

Where was she running to? 

What had put her into this frenziable state?

Only she knew, and it was to stay that way.

Her pace remained even, and it was said that in the gloom and darkness, her breathing could be heard a mile away. 

Her dark brown curls bounced with every step she took, yet they remained neat, and not knotty in the slightest.

That was just her. Neat, porcelain.

Running, running, running.

Who was she?

That was a question that even she couldn't answer.

Intentions. 

What were her intentions?

She kept running, arms swinging back and forth, and occasionally swiping up to her face to push her hair from her face.