~ LAYLA ~
Twigs and branches scratch against my skin as I run through the trees, my lungs burning from the lack of enough oxygen. My breathing comes out in short ragged pants as I keep running.
I don't know where to go, because I don't have anywhere to go. I have no family left. No place I can run to for refuge.
But I keep running. This is what I have been doing since the night I lost my family. Running.
And doing everything I can to stay alive.
I push harder, my legs burning as I pick up more speed.
“Aaahh!”
I hiss loudly in pain as I fall to the ground, my toes burning from the sharp agony inflicted by some evil huge rock I hadn't realize on time was in my path.
Fuck.
I wince in more pain as I crawl towards a nearby tree, trying to reach it and use it as a support to help myself
