#itsshapingup

Running through the woods because everyone else's life depended on it. I'm always doing what everyone else needs of me. My left hand aching from clutching my half of a teardrop-shaped white labradorite stone. There's a crack echoed by a splintered wood vibration. Halting mid-step to listen in. I walk carefully around the crunching tree's towards the sound, stopping when the cause is in eye-sight. My breath failing me as I try to slow it down to a whisper.......