❌Seeing Red❌

Prologue

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(Some of the prologue)

The icy wind was crisp against my soffented cheeks, brushing my clay features as I tucked back some noticeable bangs behind my small ears, as they began to fly around in small circles, dancing in the new breeze. My sneakers bounced gently off the dark pavement below. My ponytail seemed to curl in the nights' air, the glowing, dimmed stars blinking above.

Running track, it made my dramas and problems seem to dissolve into the Earths surface, sinking away until it was almost gone, so simple, really. I was told I was a natural, that it was amazing how fast I could disapear from view, but that was a lie. I put in more than enough hours, running in the morning, at track meetings, and then double the time at night.

It wasn't like a job to me, not even like a sport. When I run, I forget about the people nearby, I hear the wind in my ears and the gentle breaths of my own, and for a moment, one single, small, moment, I'm away from the world. As if, the tarp that separates me from the rest, is lifted. For even one, single, second.