The cold wind bites my exposed skin as I run faster down the street. Gravel digs deeper into my bare feet as I continue to run harder.
The growing light of the sun has now expanded to the tips of surrounding trees, the light leading my way. Me legs begin to give, and the numbing burn threatens to take me over.
I can only push harder.
Just a couple more steps and I’ll be there. It’s right in front of me. The small opening leading into the woods is just out of reach.
My foot trips over the other, and the ground rushes to greet me.
Giving myself a few seconds to regain my strength and I’m off again. Ignoring the blood running down from my knees, and the aching throb of my head from hitting it to hard, I walk into the woods.
Just before I enter completely, I turn. No body.
Turning back around I let the darkness and coverage of the trees consume me whole.
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Never Enough
Teen FictionI was never enough I'm still not No matter what I do So why try? I'd rather just be me Not what they expect me to be Because it's just not good enough For them, or for me.
