Fear. It made for tired muscles, cramping and twitching. Weak. My stomach rumbled, the hunger ripping through my gut made my knees even weaker. Legs covered in scars, weakly trembling as I tried to move off of the sands. The frothy seas lapped at my pale sides. I heaved in as much air as I could stand. I winced, the salt was burning the open cuts. My head hung so low I was almost breathing in the salt water that rushed around my body.
It’s crazy the way adrenaline can push your body past its breaking point when fear is involved. This fear, it was so thick, so heavy, it felt like I had another body covering me, suffocating me. I wouldn’t be surprised if one was. With the way life was treating me so far. I sputtered, the salt water rushed, causing me to breathe in the water instead of air. My head lifted as I coughed, expelling the water out of my lungs, heaving in breaths of the clean air.
Eyes dart around the land I had come upon. It was beautiful, but was it a place I could hide from them at? Just the mere thought of them caused a rush of fear to spike down my back. My whole body shaking with the fear that came on strong.
The strength I needed to stand, where was it? I felt like I had zero energy left. But at the same time, I didn’t want to be lying in the open, a target. The fear of the unknown sent me into a small burst of energy, thin legs curling beneath my thin frame, pushing my meager weight upright. I wobbled when I came to my slight full height. I swayed, strength waning. I stumbled, my legs getting in the way of each other as I made my way slowly towards a rather bushy grassy area, my head dropping, my gut rumbled loud again, begging me to eat, knowing I wouldn’t make it much longer without eating. The travel here, had taken way too long, along with the running for a few days before that, not having the time to stop and eat along the way. I was withering away, not that I was well fed at all anyway.
I opened my eyes, staring at the green grass, a sigh working its way past my lips as I began to eat, slowly, ears tuned to any sound I might hear, always ready to run again—even if my body wasn’t capable.
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