She ran and ran, tripping and falling in her attempt to run away. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she batted away the thorny bushes scraping her arms. In her mind, she kept telling herself she could escape, but deep in her heart, she knew there was never an escape. There was never any hope once something like this had happened.
"You think running away will help? There is never an escape!"
The blue-haired boy cackled, his red-threaded eyes gleaming in the late evening darkness.
"Run, Scarlet. While you still can!"
She clenched her fists at the nickname he had given her. Tears threatened to spill at any moment, nearly causing her to lose footing once more. The trees loomed up in front of her and on all sides, taunting her and grabbing at her thin blue robe. The more she ran, the more terrified she became. At long last, she broke out of the woods and onto the beach. Standing there under the moonlight, sides heaving, she let the tears fall and cried out to the stars.
"Help... me..."
As she sagged onto the sand, the boy smirked, tucking away a memory of the shock of red hair on the pristine white beach. He turned away, and faded into the shadows.