Cold feet.

I literally have cold feet, they are rather freezing.

I'm back again tonight, I guess I'm really getting into this blogging thing.

Brushing the hair from her face, she ventured further into the night, cold wind whipping her face.

Nothing could stop her from escaping now, nothing. As she wrapped her coat around her frail body, she blessed her luck, she was finally away from that place.

The night was silent, save for the whistling wind and the occasional owl hoot, it was a nice change from the racket of howling infants and children, yet it put her on guard, any slip up could cost her her life.

The crunching beneath her feet rang in her ears, setting her even more on edge, what if she was caught? She couldn't be caught, she had come this far! Several thoughts ran through her mind, if she was caught again she'd be punished severely, even more so than last time. The last girl who escaped didn't come back to her room, she couldn't let that happen to her.

A snap of a tree branch set her senses alight, making her turn her head sharply behind her. She stood still, her whole body freezing.

"H-hello?" she stupidly whispered.

A low hoot came from somewhere in the distance, causing her to jump. She relaxed when she realised what had made the noise and continued walking.

Twenty minutes later she stopped to take a sip from her flask that hung around her waist. Despite the cold, she was beginning to break out in a sweat. As she wiped the sweat from her brow, a low, rumbling growl came from directly behind her. Frozen in fear, she slowly turned her head, meeting two brilliant green almond shaped eyes.

Then, in the same, rumbling growl, a voice murmured:

"Nice to finally meet you Amelia."

Just something that came to me a few minutes ago, feels good to be actually writing again.

-Alex

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