Running

cypress

        She weaved through the cypress trees as each knife-like branch tore at her flesh.  She didn't mind the painful gashes the branches carved into her flesh, as long as she could get away from 'it'. The scent of blood and sweat smoothly blended into the damp air. She could feel herself slowing down with every clumsy lunge she made. Her lungs begged her to stop, desperately needing air. Soon enough, she gave in. Looking around for the first time in what felt like days, she noticed that the forest seemed different than how she remembered it; playing with her friends through the lush, emerald green cypress tress. She looked up at the sunset. A mesmerizing clash of ochre and crimson, a splendid opening for the king of the night, the moon. A shiver went up her spine, she caught a glimpse of 'it' peering through the trees. Her blood went cold, she felt unable to move, paralyzed. Wait. There.. ..there.. were more of 'it' piercing through her soul with their beady red eyes. As if.. somehow getting closer. NO. She cant let it  happen. She felt a shot of adrenaline run through her body, and made a great leap forward, followed by hasty footsteps. Her body cut through the wind like a fresh blade. Running only forward. Ignoring her needy lungs. Huh. Why? She thought, why am I running. Where am I.. who.. am I. She stopped, staring at the forest she once knew so well. She looked down at her feet, a glare of moonlight illuminated the night covered grass. A tear, converted to a star by the moonlight, soon followed by more, almost like a meteor shower. Each tear reflected her forgotten memories. She looked up, and came face to face with her former enemy. It's blood red eyes, their colour were like a reflection of what it yearned for so much.