/Daisy’s POV/
Daisy feels slightly bothered by the heavy cries and pants she could clearly hear from the running girl. She had a small and petite figure; she looked rather frail, but she couldn’t stop running as if being chased down by something.
"Please, I beg you, stop chasing me; leave me alone.” She pleaded as she continued running along the clustered leaves and stump tree figures amongst the many tall ones that surrounded her area. Her heavy footsteps were heard loud and clear as she tried to outrun her chaser, but then she hit her leg and twisted her ankle before rolling down the small elevated hill in the area. Lurking in the deep dark nights was a hooded figure. My heart was racing as I’m unsure what this approaching figure, who blended in with the looming night tainted with the
