𓂃˖ ࣪⊹SILENCE 𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

Heavy breathing. The sound of boots landing on the hardwood floor covered in mud. The loud roars of thunder rolling over the sounds of the forest at night. I whip around a corner and fall down to the ground, dampened boxes and pieces of paper surrounding the little dry spot. The sound of the thunder had toned down but it was the hard pitter patter that kept blocking out my thoughts now. Then suddenly the world started to spin, it spun and it spun until everything slowly faded to black.