A/N I'm back. This is very similar to the original Wanted but I plan to develop it significantly.
Run just run
I just kept on running. Rain poured down hard on me, even through the thick trees. My legs were beginning to slow a little now. The soles of my feet bare and tore. My lungs struggle and burn for every breath. My heart aches for somewhere warm and dry. Somewhere I could call a home.
I badly wanted to stop but the memory of that face made me push harder still. Those red eyes full of hate and fury filled me with adrenaline. Blood is still lightly runs from my head into my eyes. Blurring my vision and my thoughts. The more I run, the more blood spills.
I need to think. Where am I even going? So many questions are swirling away in my head like a hurricane. All I know is that I have to go. I have to leave. Get as far away as my legs will carry me from what was my home.
Suddenly, my legs just give out from under me. I collapsed into a heap on the floor. I welcomed the rest. I hadn't stopped in hours. I haven't stopped for a real rest since I raced out of the house. I curled up at the base of a tree. I just wanted to die. What was the point of living now? My mum is dead.