Markus Trienke via Compfight

I run down the cold crisp road. Frost biting at my fingers. As I race down the rough, muddy road. Had to get away, I keep telling myself that. Had to get away . As I flung myself into the tree I always sit at. I could still hear the emergy alarm buzzing in the distance. The thick smoke filled the air. I tried to hold it back but..but I could not. In an instance my eyes teared up. It felt like hours just me and the cold crisp tree. I hear footsteps and a person breathing quickly. I looked up and it was my………