She ran.
She had been running for days, but right now that didn't matter.
She was scared, lonely, weak and hungry. Desperately clinging onto her own life.
She has received glances of worry and horror by travellers. She really did look like a wreck.
Her golden locks turned into scraggly pieces of brownish grime, spewed out across her weak shoulders as she tried to keep her legs in place.
Why was she running?
She was confused, hurt and ruined.
Why did it have to happen to her?
The memories raced through her mind, every step she'd take became agonising.
Why?
She has asked herself that many times. Out of all the people in this dreaded world, she got picked and ended up in this mess.
Why?!
Tears cascaded down her face, washing her dirty but delicate face. If anyone knew how much pain she was in.
She stumbled and fell.
She had already fallen too many times in her time. She had stumbled and made a never ending list of mistakes, but she couldn't do a thing in the world to change the outcome.
It was always the same.
Neglect,
Hate,
Vengeance
And Thirst.
That's all that drove the world.
There was no light, absolutely no hope.
The light in her life had dimmed past these few years.
Now there is none left.
It's completely empty.
She's forgotten how to love, how to trust and how to laugh. The once healthy smiles which adorned her delicate and soft face had turned into half-heartedly smiles of heartbreak, eventually leading to nothing.
A blank face with no emotion, like a blank page.
She needed to start rewriting her story.
A better one, filled with love.
She decided, she kept on running.
Running to her new future.
A future better than the last one.
Maybe this one, with a better ending…
That's all she could hope.