@xlyrenia
running through the woods your clothes caught on branches sharp thorns spiking your face but you can't stop, won't stop. You needed to get away. To safety. So close, yet so, so very far.
Safety was laughing at you like a hyena to it's prey. They were coming closer, so, so close. No you would get away. You has to. You promised her that you would escape. She sacrificed herself for you to run. You had to! You grit your teeth with frustration. How did they keep on your tail!? Don't look back.
There you go a prompt. :D hope it clears up soon.