4 in the Morning

Jasmine Kia was running fast and hard. Her lungs were almost expanding out of the throat. Her bare feet were scratched and bleeding more and more the faster she ran and the further she went. The rain that had been quickly falling now lapsed into a gentle pour.

How could she go on? She knew she had to, but she didn’t know how far she could take it. Her lags started to turn rubber and her stomach was heaving with every burning breath she took.Violet eyes searched hazily and her focus blurred more. Her hair was falling damp into her face and her clothes were clinging wetly to her body.

Whipping her head around, she didn’t see him anymore. It was pitch black and the only thing she could think of was her empty house sitting silently surrounded by this dark forest. She knew when her parents wanted to move here, things would turn out bad. It was some kind of feeling that sat in the pit of her stomach waiting for her predictions to take place. But this wasn’t bad, it was worse than that.

Her parents were currently at a party 15 miles away at the nearest neighbor to introductions into the area, and no one was there to find her when she screamed.

The trees loomed at her like Death promises for a sweeter end. She was slowing down and there was nowhere she could go; just endless miles of a dark forest waiting for her to fall helpless to the man and his burning rage.

She wasn’t looking and tripped on an angry jutting root, slamming her face first into the cool wet ground. Her palms slashed out and caught her fall seconds before an implant, but still sent her rolling in to the ground, her wrist snapping with a sick break.

Pain shot through her arm and she about screamed before she realized where she was and how exactly she was there in the first place.A whimper escaped her cracked lips and her eyes shot wide at the sound.

He could be anywhere! And how did she take that into consideration? By whining like a little baby. No matter what situation she was in, she had to get out. Still, she had to be the realist; there would be no getting out of this.

But there was no time for her to sit and cry at her unfortunate discovery. Rapidly, she picked herself up, broken wrist and all, and launched herself back into the darkness.

Only the silent crunch of cracking twigs was the lone sound in the silent forest. The figure followed the retreating back with an intent focus that was unreal to this world.