There was nothing you wanted to do but find sanctuary, a place of comfort, of relief; just anywhere but there. Your eyes start to dilate and your body capriciously shivers all over. The cold, thick rain definitely doesn't help in your struggle for a piece of sanity, weighing down and piercing you like the dome of heaven had fallen.
Jade: Find your way around
Your name is Jade Harley and your breath is getting the best of you. Your long disheveled hair hides your crazed, green eyes as you attempt to find your way around the dark, damp forest. You're sure you've been here before, but the fact that it is night with no stars in the sky didn't help you find your way at all. You can barely perceive the image of the full moon above your head, giving the greenery around you a tint of light, of hope. Darkness was all around you and your failing sight was greater than you thought. Your head pounded with uncertainties, taking away your consciousness as well as your common sense, fleeing like a dog that lost sight of its master.
There was nowhere to turn now and you need answers. Quickly. You don't know where you are, or how you're going to get there, but, you know that where you're going will be the only place you can go to for some consol. You haven't seen a familiar face in months, though your appearance seemed to say more like decades, your face losing the youth it had on your island back home. The long skirt that you found in the institution was now tattered and soiled, but you didn't care. There was no reason to care. Your sore feet gave in, bruised and cut from insanely running through the line of trees, meeting with nettles and rugged stones that didn't care for your predicament, nor found it necessary to relieve your suffering. Your knees hit the floor quietly, saved by the soft grass under you; your hands did no good in saving you, however, unable to hold your upper body. You sprawl yourself on the smooth, wet grass, breathing in the clean, fresh smell of nature, something you haven't felt in a very long time. You decide to just stay where you are, give up, and wait for the plants to engulf you entirely.
"Everything goes back to the earth someday," you hear yourself whisper breathlessly, collapsing to the soaked grass face forward, the dirt seeping into your tangled, black hair.
You feel like part of the ground already, sharing the same wet texture, crushed under not only the forces of gravity, but also by your very own weight. You smile slightly and look at your scarred hands one last time, remembering what these hands did and what use they were now in the end.
You close your eyes just to feel your heart beating louder and louder. Your ears are pumping blood from excessive adrenaline, engulfing your hearing with a pulse that mollified your stress slightly. There was a vague sound in the darkness, however, a sound of a car on the road next to you. Your vision gets a little bit brighter, lights coming closer and closer to your still body.
"Can this be it?" Maybe the end was closer than you thought.
You don't have the energy to answer, nor want the answer itself. You feel delicate hands push you, turning your body over with a slight force. You squint your eyes at a familiar face, who was picking you up now with failing strength. Her scarf fluttered like a butterfly in the strong wind, a flag in the battlefield. The warmth of her body makes you smile, and you quickly fall unconscious in the arms of your savior.
The last thing you heard was the door closing next to you, followed by the deep, exhausted, yet relieved breaths of your friend on the wheel. Thunder and lightning finally appeared in the darkness, a ray of hope on your part.