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Footsteps slapped wet pavement. Rain trickled down gutters, creating small rivers across the road. Thunder boomed ominously. Nothing in this picture seemed very peaceful, and with good reason. Henrietta was there. She almost thought of herself as the harbinger of gloom, so often had she seen those same slate grey skies, heard those same raindrops strike the roofs of temporary homes.
But she could never stop. No, if she would stop, everything would be over. THEY wouldn''t let her. They knew everything about her, and yet they knew nothing. They were her shadow, they were her own footsteps, they were the rushed sound of her breath when she ran. She had almost started to view them as a constant, as a normal part of her life. But her life wasn''t normal. Who could think such a life was? Every day, she ran to survive. Every night, she never slept, except for bits and pieces, fractured visions of dreams waking her up at every looming shadow.
She looked up, yet again not recognizing her surroundings. She had never went to a place where she had been before, everywhere was new, and strange. They made sure of that. If she were to turn around, they would be there, waiting for her. All these thoughts pounded through her head, clearing it of any silly notions like hope or peace. Ideas like that were reserved for other, normal people. Not her. Never her.
As she ran, lightning cast a multi-faceted shadow ahead of her, lighting up her path. She had apparantly wandered through the town, and had arrived at it''s outskirts. The houses were getting farther apart, and the hiding places were disappearing. She almost breathed a sigh of relief, but stopped herself. They had never once closed in on her at a time like this. It was almost like they wanted her to run, like they wanted her to run until she could run no more. So run she did. Down the gravel road, through the small forest, splashing through a frigid, overflowed stream. She wouldn''t stop. Not now, not ever. She would run.

And there is the second installment. I think I''ll put these in my journal, so I don''t lose track of them.