She is running again.
She couldn't stop running.
Sweat filled her forehead, her hand push away the branches, her feet leap upon bushes and sometimes her body just charge through the bushes while enduring the pains, the thorns and the scratches.
Her heart is eating furiously like a war drum, erratic and loud. Run, run the only thought in her mind right now.
Her eyes are full of tears, streaming down her face like a rain that could not stop, her boots have been flung god knows where, as she keeps running, panting and exhausted, yet she keeps running.
Sister Liselle how could she do that?
Why would she do that? She thought to herself. And then she stumbled onto a rock and she crashed pitifully to the hard ground.
'Ouch. Argh' she winced in pain and blood came from her open skins.
