Snippet

Part 58

She stood in the middle of wilderness, waiting for it to come. For years she'd been running. It haunted her everyday. She wasn't afraid of dying, she was afraid what would come of this world if she died. The branches above her were rattling in the wind. She blocked out the sound of the distant waterfall, the occasional tweeting birds and the pounding of her heart. Deep inide her she wanted to cry, since that very first day. But she knew if she let that single tear fall, she wouldn't be able to stop. But it made her stronger. No one could destory her, she lost everything, she was immune to any emmotional interference. She straightened her back, chin up. Branches snapped behind her, but she recognized it, the sound of small animals. But then it stopped with one last thump. Then it was too quiet. It was coming, she knew. She closed her eyes before the pressure slammed against her back, throwing her into the air, pounding her onto a tree trunk. She thought she'd be unconscious, but she was fully aware of the pain that hit her like a meteor blasting into millions of fragments. She screamed a cry of death, but death didn't take her. She looked up towards the sky, before her her head fell forward staring into the innocent yet defying forest. This was it, she thought.