Raging storms

Despite the thick canvas above our heads, the forest provided little cover for the raging storm looming above our heads. Water fell in sheets from the sky, growing heavier and heavier with each passing moment, but I refused to stop.

I didn’t want to go home.

Home.

It didn’t feel like a home. Not mine, at least. It felt like a prison cell. There was no warmth. No love within its walls any longer. Just never-ending dread that seeped through the vents, crawling across your skin, and slowly invading your senses until it consumed you.

My dress clung to my body as a second skin, slowing me down, but I refused to allow it to stop me. Between the rain and wind, a cold chill had settled deep in my bones.

Elliot dutifully followed closely, not bothering to ask any questions, nor did he complain about the cold that he was surely feeling himself.

A pang of guilt hit me, “You don’t have to do this,” I shouted over my shoulder, not losing pace, "I'll be fine. I always am."

“Don’t real