It was pouring on this day. In this point of time, there was a figure struggling to breathe, covered in mud and crimson liquid. Right then, this figure had forgotten all things, only knowing that, if she lived through this, it would be… a miracle. She choked on air, dragging herself up into sitting position, crawling a few feet, just to collapse once again.
She could see it, the light of the place where she needed to go in order to survive. She reached towards it, inching so very slowly, but closer. Closer- every time she got up, she was closing the distance. The rain was cleaning her, but she dirtied herself each time she fell in exhaustion. She couldn't remember who she was; how old; where she was; why she was here, in this situation; but, she comforted herself, just kept telling herself, if she reached that light, she would be saved. She knew it.
Finally, she reached the light, which had turned out to be the glimmer of flame in a lamp for someone's front porch. She grinned despite herself, and crawled up to of the steps, sat there, and fell into the dark.
So… Should I continue, or no? I've got some pretty good ideas jammed up in this head of mine, here. :D
Merry (late by one day) Christmas!
Oh, and, um… This is my first ever post on this site, so please no flames. They burn :C