As the Wind Blows

It all began on a cold spring night in May. Vanessa had been outside for more than an hour now. The wind whistled in her ear, as if say, "Turn back, it's too dangerous! Turn back before you get harmed." Why hadn't she listened? She could have saved her new Jordac shoes from the rain. The rain that was pouring down upon her head, the rain that hid her tears, the rain that blocked the sound of her breathing. It was too dark for her eyes to see by themselves, she needed to find her flash light. She had dropped it after running because she thought that she had herd a faint echo. She was down on her scraped hands and her battered knees. Mud covered her entire body. It was cold, soft, and started to harden. The rain did nothing for her, only made it harder for her to find the flashlight. The search continued without any luck. She had thought her only hope for light had been washed away with the rain, until her hand banged into something hard. Pain shot up her arm, making it feel like a lightening bolt had just sprung from the tips of her fingers, threw her arm, and to her brain. She gently picked up the flashlight trying not to send another shot of pain rushing threw her arm. She turned it on, and a bright light slapped itself to the ground. With this sudden flash of bright light, she got scared that someone might have seen her, so she immediately she turned it back off. As her eyes started to readjust, she thought she heard gravel moving. She thought that it could have been someone following her, or someone who was about to find out her secret. She got so scared; she raced to the nearest bush, and crouched down as low as she could go with out having her rear end touch the muddy ground. This bush was not as big as she had thought; because it only covered half of her body when she was crouched down almost all the way. As the foot steps grew near, she started to get a strange whiff. At first it smelt like something only her dog smelt like when he came inside after a lightening storm, then, it changed. It smelt like moldy cafeteria food, and then, it changed again. It smelt like wet dog, and moldy cafeteria food that had been in the garbage for a year combined. The foot steps grew closer, and the pace began to quicken. Her knees began to shake and quiver from the stance she had been in. Shivers began to go up her spine. All she could think about was what if someone saw her? What would happen? Would she go to jail? Then, the foot steps stopped. She could not hear anything. All that could be heard was the rustling of the wind that made the trees blow, the annoying hum of the venerator that coming on and off; and scaring the shiitake mushrooms out of her, the sound of an air plane ripping threw the earth's atmospheres as if they were like butter in the black clouds of sky, and a train whistle that made her jump a little on the inside. She was scared. Not for just herself, but for what her family might think of her. What her friends might think of her. What she might think of herself. She appeared to be shaking from the cold of night, but really, she was shaking from the fear of sight. She was unprepared, and should have listened to the wind. She thought it was the end of her life, until the mysterious foot steps started to run into the opposite direction, away from her. She felt so happy knowing that she had been saved by the insensible creature that had been following her. Then, something she didn't expect was boiling up inside her. She had a weird sensation; she had never felt this way. Then, all of a sudden,