Emily Pearce

I was running. I was always running. Running from life. Running from the people who haunt me every waking moment. I was running to a place I call peace. I slowed down, almost to a standstill. I was standing on gravel no longer. My feet were on a patch of damp grass. I surged on, my shoes becoming wetter and wetter because of the damp grass. I spied flowers now, beautiful lavender and lovely daisies. The sky was growing darker, and little silver dots appeared in it. I wandered on, and heard a rustle. A hare popped out of a hedge and raced along the path, leaping into another one. The sky was almost black now, and the silver stars were becoming clearer by the minute. I was here. In front of me lay a wonderful bed of flowers, purple, yellow and blue. There was a tree with lots of green leaves. I sat under the tree and looked up at the stars. This is where I feel happy, I said to myself. This is where I belong.