I ran. And I ran.
I knew I was going too deep into the forest. My feet were bare and screaming as they came in contact with thorns and all kinds of rough objects on the forest floor— but I was beyond noticing any pain.
My hair whipped behind me as I ran, my breathing labored. I stumbled and ran into trees and I didn’t know where I was going. I was surrounded by huge cedar trees, and surprisingly, I couldn’t hear any insects— the night was eerily silent.
I slowed my run to catch my breath, my ears still straining around me. I tried to catalogue where I was— but I couldn’t even see the faintest hint of the porch light from here. The darkness seemed thicker tonight, almost tangible. I bent over to brace myself on my knees, trying desperately to hear over my strained breathing and poundi
