The fresh and chilly autumn air tear with its claws in my lungs, while I was trying to escape, from you. From me. My eager feet drums muffled against the needle-covered forest path, driven by adrenalin that is being pumped into my blood stream. The branches tearing the skin on my arms, stinging,but oh so incentive. The dark shadows in the dense forest is cheering me forward, with echos of the past. I taste blood in my mouth. I feel, alive at last.