Thirty Nine

Thirty nine

She was running, she didn't know what she was running away from, but the sound of heavy footsteps following her trail made her understand that something was following her and she needed to run harder than before. She was running through the thick forest in circles because she knew she'd passed this marked tree before when she ran past it. The trees were taunting her as the tree branches pulled and hit her.

She stopped beside a tree, trying to catch her breath, rested her hand on the rough bark of a tree, and saw the tree had opened itself, and her hand was entering the extended space; she screamed in frighten, removing her hand quickly, moving back only to hit her back on another rough tree which squeezed her in as panic rose in my, adrenaline produced, she struggled to get out, but everything was in vail. One of the tree branches stretched and removed her from being suffocated by the tree, then threw her tired body onto another tree. The rustled sound of the leaves was he