Lost.A Story by Annica
Green. That was all she saw.
Anywhere she looked. Her hair was a a tangled mess. Her dress ripped and muddy. Running through the dense forest, her lungs ached. She wanted to stop, to catch her breath, even if only for a moment, buy she knew she couldn't. They were hot on her trail. Their footsteps getting louder and louder. Her feet were bruised and bloody. The rough ground was having no mercy on her. 'Faster. Faster!' she told herself, as if those words had the power to increase her acceleration. Heavy breaths, another cut, another way of pain washing over her, but she kept on running. Stopping now meant the end. She didn't want to die. Not in the hands of those sick cannibals. She had not the slightest idea where she was headed but she had a tiny hope that she would survive. She would get away. And that tiny hope was enough fuel to keep her going. As if the universe just loved to mess with her, she tripped on a thick vine, gasping in pain as she fell. The constant crunching of the previously fallen dried leaves made her fully aware of how close her predators were. She shut her eyes as she felt them hover over her and screamed at the top of her lungs. She woke up with a gasp. She pulled her self up wiping the sweat that poured down the side of her face as she frantically looked around for any potential harm. Relief washed over her as she wiped off her tears. 'Just a dream.' She told her self, 'Just a terrible dream'. After breathing deeply for a while to calm her stammering heart, she laid down back on her bed and silently vowed to herself never to watch any bloody horror movie before bedtime. Ever. © 2014 AnnicaAuthor's Note
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