Unspeakable
Have you ever had the feeling of being watched?
Trees crashed as the lone figure crashed through the undergrowth, foots steps racing in rhythm to the sounding drums of her heart as she raced through the dense forest desperate for escape. Her breath came to her in pants and gasps, catching raggedly as she inhaled through chapped, bleeding, cherry red lips.
Everyone has, once in a while…
Green eyes, wide with soul shaking panic, are wet from tears caused by the wind slapping her face and absolute fear. Branches grab at her clothes, ripping them in vain hopes of stopping her if not slowing her down. Stones and broken branches litter the woods floor. They tear at her feet giving the forest a taste of her desired blood.
The thing is…
Her pink hair, usually soft and light as feathers, is ragged and filthy with sweat, dirt and blood. Her own and others. It is a beacon in the endless dark of the wood calling to the forces that wish to stop her. Her skirt is ragged near the hem and it snags on a bare bush poking from the ground where it wasn't before. With a small suppressed whimper she falls to the ground, stone slicing through her flesh on her face. Without wasting time she picks herself up and takes off before the forest could do anything else. Her shirt was torn from the futile attempts of trees she had run past. Scratched covered her body from the grasping thorns.
When you feel like you're being watched…
No matter the pain from the trees, no matter the fear from the wind howling angrily through this abandoned, even by the animals, wood. She pushed on, fear, determination but most of all desperation to escape fuelled her desire to keep running. She was almost out. One last gust of wind forced her to stumble and slow wrenching a cry from her mouth. The wind took its chance, picking up speed and power in a desperate attempt to keep her in the forest, trying o drag her back. Back to that hell.
Shielding her face and gritting her teeth. She pushed forward, her emerald eyes squinting against the wind towards freedom, only a few more steps. Her heart leapt for joy as she burst from the tree line into the clear night air. Inhaling deeply momentum kept her running for a few moments away from the forest before she slowed. Resting her hands on her knees she looked up. The lights of a near by village seemed close, she almost sobbed in relief as a few tears of joy trekked down to her chin from her eyes.
Chances are…
She was almost there. The lights seemed so bright. Her stepped were slow and painful as she approached the village gates. With a smile of relief she glances back into the distance. The black streak on the horizon was burned into her memory. She shuddered, fear grabbing hold of her, squeezing her heart. She turned away from that place of evil and once again fixed a small smile of relief as she stumbled, to the surprised cries of the guards, into Konoha.
…You are…