FIONA'S POV:
It felt like I was in a dream again, running through the woods with tears streaming down my eyes.
Except this time, there were no hunters with pitchforks hot on my heels.
The feeling of suffocation resurfaced but I kept going. Choking back a sob and swiping at my face at intervals to get rid of tears that blurred my vision.
Finally, I found a stump. It looked comfortable enough, so I plopped down on it.
Raising my feet onto it, I buried my face into my lap and let the tears flow out.
I had no idea where I was supposed to go. I had no plan, I had nobody and for the umpteenth time, I missed my mother too much.
Now more than ever, I wanted to run into her arms and soak in her scent. I wanted her to wipe my tears away and comfort me in the way that only she knew how to
