[Yasberry]

The wind blew the jagged, perilous branches onto her face; scarring not only her face, but her conscience.
Her whereabouts were a mystery to many- including her.
But she kept on running. Blood marked her being. Her face was not visible to even the best sight because of the blood smeared across. She didn't let go. She didn't quit. This girl, Forever, she was going to reach the light at the end.