First Person's P. O. V.
I ran as fast as I could. Ignoring the accumulating pain I felt over my body. My barefoot receiving the brunt of the uneven grounds. Wooden stick and all that filled the forest ground pricked at my feet. But I couldn't stop. This little sacrifice over my life was nothing.
"You little bitch! stop right there! How long do you think you can run for?!" The sound of my assailant struck me like a lightening bolt. I knew he was right-- for how long could I keep running away? Like a little mouse in a cage?
I didn't want to lose hope but I could feel my body growing weaker by each passing second. It's either I due by their hands or by the poison within me.
However, it was at this moment of weakness that I ran faster. Perhaps the dread of an untimely death motivated me. Blood pumped through my veins with a burst of adrenaline.
The wind howled in response to my determination. The cold wind of midnight brushing on my skin sending shivers to me. I could feel my hope rising regardless of my situation. Maybe... Just maybe I would live past this night.
Then suddenly, my hope came crashing down on me.
I saw a cliff up ahead and I saw my doom. To the left and right, my pursuers were closing in on me. I couldn't go back, it was delivering myself unto their hands.
I would surely die, today.
A mocking smile came on my lips as I looked towards the full moon in the sky. Tainted purple as an abnormality but I couldn't care less.
My steps slowed but hearing the sound of the other footsteps, I could not bring myself to stop.
The forest behind me grew distant as I stepped on grassy plains.
"Stop her!"
"Don't let her get away!"
I heard their voices. Still so persistent, huh?
I halted my steps.
The turned around. I looked at the faces of my pursuers, and I decided, it all ends here. I was very reluctant to be honest. But alas, I'm still so powerless.
Countless thoughts ran through my head at this very moment. My emotions were in disarray but two prominent feelings stood out. Wrath and fear.
It was never my fault. Not now or ever. It was theirs. Shameless animals.
Fury burned from the depths of my soul, I would've self-destructed and taken these damned animals to hell if not for fear of my soul fading into nonexistence.
And I mustered out the loudest voice I ever released.
"Bastards!!!" I screamed. "Fuck your mothers!"
And with those few last words, I fell on my back, off the cliff as I closed my eyes. Awaiting my rest.