Savin' me

I was running and running from the furious, dark shadow. I saw him everywhere, he was always close to me. I couldn’t escape from the prison of his gripping, killing arms. I tried to hide among the people, to find a shelter in the darkness, but this untouchable crature followed me everywhere. In this painful dread I rushed one’s fences, although I didn’t know where I was going. I turned aside the path and lost my way. I don’t even know, wether I have ever been aware of my direction, where my fate brings me.
Soon I reached a thick forest. The leaves were bright green, little flowers bloomed on the earth, but despite of all its tempting callings, I had too little courage to go in. Then I went in all the same, because the terror striking me was much stronger than I was. I wanted to run through, just to know, that it was over, but it didn’t happened as I’ve planned. This place was fully different. I slowed down, and just walked. I felt the beating of my heart, heared the voice of breathing. Soon I noticed some birds chirping, a squirrel jumping up on a tree, and a deer in the distance.
This perfect scilence made me calm, but when a little breeze touched my shoulders, it came to my mind, that my chaser could catch me now. I took a quick look back, but nobody and nothing was behind me. And than the shocking fear was over. Of course I was afraid of being cathed and being killed, however it didn’t interest me any more.
I was walking among the trees, I went up and down, stepped across the roots, slip under the branches. I heard the babbling vioice of a brook. I dip my hands in the water, that was as cold as the ice. I took a little in my palms, and lift it to my face. I closed my eyes, and felt the drops running down on my face, through my blood-red lips, giving me life. As I went down in the river, I was flowing with it. The picturesque county passed me by, and I was happy. I was glad to feel the warm sunshine in the grey fog, feel the light through the forest wreathed by the dusk. Sometimes a butterfly danced with me, chased me, sometimes an old weeping willow drank from me. I got out of the way of tough rocks, while I was polishing the little stonepieces. I fell down with a waterfall and splashed again to continue my long and endless way to the strange, unknown destiny.