britsticks

A MIXTURE OF ICE and snow blanketed the semi frozen forest ground. The ice like razors on my bare feet. The crisp, December air burned my lungs and stung my skin. My feet thudded rhythmically against the ground. Adrenaline pulsed through my veins. Every part of me wanting to give up. To stop. I couldn't stop. My feet were numb to the slashes. Footprints of blood trailed behind me. A perfect path for him to follow. The black moonless night made me feel more alone that the sound of my own shallow breathing. I wasn't alone. I was never alone, because no matter where I ran or where I tried to hide, he wouldn't stop until he caught me. What had I