Even when the sun leaves the sky, life still seems to wander in the darkness. In the forest, exposed night sky can mean a variety of things; it can mean a hearty meal for a panther, or a lingering death of an innocent soul. Even though it's a blessing and a curse, more than enough quick action can be concealed within its own dense entirety. A boy, disheveled and scared for his life, sprinted through the darkness of the forest, turning up dark soil at his heels as twigs got caught on his dark red sweatshirt. Some twigs had snapped under his black sneakers, but others had pricked his skin from underneath his sweatshirt. He was in the line of fire, and he knew it too. Voices couldn't pierce him any farther than how they had already done; scars had scraped into his skin and up, leaving large ridges that could never come off. They had creeped up his arms and legs like tree branches, carved smoothly, as if having a purpose. They had been there for a long time, ever since his mom died and his step-dad took over his life, ultimately trying to kill him. Yes, kill. Nothing would make that ass feel happier than to see his step-son die in a horrific accident, or just to see him miserable in general. Shaking, running for his life, still having enough energy to carry on running in the depths of the forest. Eyes wide, still running but just barely in the darkness. And his step-dad's cold, cold words stuck in his mind; "No matter how far you run from me, you'll die anyway."
