My Bloody Revenge novel Chapter 2

Trudging forward she tries her best not to fall on hands or knees again. She already lost count

on how many times she has stumbled and scraped herself. Only time she really knows where

she walks is when lightning momentarily lights up the sky revealing all the hidden roots and

stones in her path. Hours has passed since she left the house and she is soaked to the bones.

The dress, once frilly and big, sticks to her body like second skin weighing her down making it

harder to walk than it already is. Standing in the middle of the never-ending forest she looks

around hoping to find some kind of indication on where to go. She knows there is a town

nearby but has no clue how to get to it or how far it actually is from the house which makes it

near impossible to know now. Tired and cold there is no other options than keep on walking.

Assessing herself she sees gushing wounds on her knees from falling down over and over.

Hands and elbows are not looking much better. Tearing some fabric from the dress she uses it

to wrap the wounds on her hands and knees before continuing walking. The weather is

relentless and refuses to let up even a little bit. Goosebumps covers her body constantly and

her teeth never cease with its clattering. Even though she keeps on walking and rubbing her

upper body the heavy rain combined with the wind makes it hard to stay warm but she

refuses to give up. If this is the price, she has to pay for her escape then that is a small one to

pay compared to what will happen if he should find her. Stumbling forward she eventually

gives in and lies down on the forest floor when yet another root trips her feet. Sheer will can

only carry her so far and she is so tired. Her body aches and her feet fare no better.

Suddenly a little burst of giggles slips through her plump, bluish, lips and it soon escalates

into a full-on belly laughter. Lying on the wet, dirty, ground she laughs yet there is nothing

funny to laugh at or to be happy about but she can't stop it. Doesn't know where it comes

from and by now, don't really care. It’s an empty, hysterical laughter. After laying there for

what seems like a short time the laughter slowly dies down and all her previous

determination is fading bit by bit leaving nothing but emptiness behind making her

temporarily paralyzed. With nothing more than the clothes on her cold, dirty body, and

nowhere to go she is left with nothing. Although, after thinking clearly there was nothing to