The Wind in The Trees

1 On The Run

Sweat dripped from my brow. My lungs burning and begging that I stop to catch my breath.

The moon continuing to rise over the apartment buildings as the hours went on. It's light kissing my face as it was a full moon tonight.

However, that only added to the eerie feeling I had as I was being chased by a stranger.

Hearing a gun shot ring out and shortly after feeling that blast of wind past my ear kept me going.

They found me again.

All that matters now is that I keep running. I didn't even have time to settle down here anyways. I'm not even a fan of the city.

I think my next attempt at a hiding place is going to be a little different.

Just as wolves howling to the moon is only second nature, my head and lungs continue to scream for oxygen.

I no longer hear the pounding of the man's foot steps behind me. However, I don't trust that he's gone and even if he is, he might not be for long.

I thrust the hood of my jacket up over my head and hid the strays hairs that have fallen out of my hair tie as I've ran. Then made a mad dash and sharp turn to the small bus stop pavilion, hoping and praying they arrive before he does.

As I sit on the bench, I draw my legs up to my chest as my whole body shakes and I gasp for air, trying to slow my breathing and stay as quiet as possible.

I'm so sick of running.

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