I ran through a dense forest. It was half past midnight and much too dark for anyone to be out. I had memories that I needed space from, memories that I could perhaps forget. I wanted to start anew, so that I could avoid the events that led me to where I was now. My mind was a mess, so I try to concentrate on other things.
Moist earth and broken leaves clunged to my bare feet as I ran. I didn’t even know where I was heading, that was a secret my feet withheld from the rest of me. The memories comes slipping back into my thoughts causing me to stop. My breathing is heavy and I have my hands on my knees for support. I’m shaking my head, trying to rid it of the memories.
I force myself to listen, I hear the fallen leaves gathering as wind blows them around, then I noticed the rain that was falling are turning into hail. I reach up to adjust my jacket collar, but realize I’m not wearing a jacket. My mind is so in shock that it’s not registering that I should be cold.
My face is wet and I can’t tell if it’s from the rain or tears from my eyes. As I’m thinking a clap of thunder strikes nearby and I’m running again. My damp hair is dancing around my head, blocking my view. I’m swiping the hair from my face that I don’t notice where I’m going.
Then I’m face down on the ground, groaning from the sudden burst of pain a raised root had caused to my foot. I curl up, letting the mud embrace me, as I grip my injured foot. Why? Why is this all happening to me? I let my throbbing foot go and cover my ears, muting everything. I’m away from everything. I should be fine, but the memories are still there, my foot needs to be checked, and I know now that the drops on my face are definitely tears.