NO, I am NOT really entering my own contest. I just wanted to give you all an example to work with... Also, how can you not see a story when you look at this?
Her knees hit the asphalt just before her hands, both scraping, drawing blood. Tears drew thin lines down her cheeks as she struggled to rise. Leaning against one of the twisted trees she caught her breath. She tried to wipe her hands, but her clothing was worse, so she gave up.
What was she running from? Family. Home. Comfort. Ease. Perfection.
Images flashed before her eyes. Her parents laughing, her boyfriend's smirk, the school, the pond, the fence...
Nothing was real. And no one knew. Now, here she was, running for her life. Free, yes... but alone.
For the hundredth time, a tear slipped out of her eye.
She sniffed and wiped it away angrily. Night was ending, and she had to find somewhere to hide before sunrise. She returned to the road and pushed on. Ahead of her, sunlight broke through the fog, warming her face. She sighed and smiled. Truly smiled.
Not like the smiles of people she'd known.
Her heart weighed down again, and she left the road to trudge through the tangle of trees. They were twisted enough, she searched for an opening in the convoluted roots where she could sleep. Her eyes were drooping when she found a spot big enough to hold her. She moved toward it.
Out of nowhere an arm wrapped around her waist. Before she could scream, a hand covered her mouth. She struggled, knowing it would do no good. There was no one out here to hear her cries.
"If I let you go, you can't run, understand?"
The voice was deep, but soft. It made her stop struggling.
"Good," he said. "Now keep quiet."
His breath on her neck made her shiver. Slowly, his hand and arm released her. She said nothing, but turned to look at her attacker.
He was shorter than she'd expected, just an inch or so taller than her. His brown hair was short and messy, like it hadn't been washed in weeks. His t-shirt and jeans looked about the same. His right arm had a long jagged scar on its forearm. He looked strong. He probably could've broken her in half. But he hadn't.
He extended a hand and said, "Hi, I'm Jimmy."
She stared at him. "You escaped."
"Guess we're past the point of manners," he said, lowering his hand. "Yes, I escaped. A couple years ago." He turned and began walking further into the trees. She followed.
"But, how?" she asked. "How did you know it wasn't right?"
He looked over his shoulder with a smirk. "I loved to read. The more I read, the more things became clear. Then one day, I wasn't under their spell anymore."
Just like her. She stopped walking. He must've heard, because a moment later he paused and turned back to her. His eyes were green.
"Are you okay?" he asked. "Hungry? Thirsty?"
She tried to swallow, but her mouth was too dry. "Thirsty," she said.
He nodded. "Follow me."
I didn't intend it, but this totally turned into a fanfic prequel of Trisha Leigh's The Last Year series.
*waves* Hi Trisha!
So there you go! Now no stealing my idea! Go write!