Through the pouring rain she stumbled, up one small rise and falling as she tried not to stumble down the other side. Her breath came in gasps that were so quick the puff her warm breath made seemed to be sucked back into her lungs. An arm held onto her stomach as she bent over as if in pain. In the dark light of the street it's unseen as another drop slid down her wrist and soaked her shirt, she limped. She pushed up off the ground with the arm that hung free, pushing herself up straighter by only a fraction. When she stumbled as her bad leg bent a way it should never go she let out a groan that was so weak it disappeared almost before it was made. The darkness gathered around her as if it was trying to hold her up, push her further and hold her tight all at the same time. Her leg started to drag behind her after a few more steps because pulling it all the way forward was too much of a challenge. She never looked down. Her eyes were fixed on one spot as she bent forward again, pushed herself up again and took a few more steps. That spot she fixed on was the dimmest light that she could remember seeing. Her foot got snagged on another small fallen branch and her hand reached back and pulled it free as she had done many times already that dreaded night. Tears dripped down her face which only the stars took notice of. The hand that seemed to be part of the arm wrapped around her stomach clenched so hard at the shirt fabric there that her knuckles had turned white and almost statue-like. As she stumbled closer and closer to that point that she would not let out of her sight she also stumbled further away from the place that held no light at all. Another stick passed unnoticed under her and got snagged on the lace of her worn-down shoe. She fell to her knee then, a bigger puff of air escaping her lips than her lungs could have been holding, no sound pierced the night sky. A snap echoed through the thin forest and then she stood up and took another dragging, tentative step ever closer to the one spot that she would not let blur in her vision. A quick twitch traveled from her neck and down her back while she pulled her leg ever closer. The twitch hit her elbow and she gasped, bringing air too quickly to her depleted lungs. A soft cough is not echoed at all in the damp air and she started to move. Her left arm settled itself as close to the ground as possible as she leaned to that side, allowing that hand to help guide her ever closer to the light that was the only thing that she could see. She was bent over so far that her head would barely be seen over the undergrowth. Her body unknowingly kept her from the sights of anyone that might have helped, or hindered. She kept on, forward she would put her foot while she leaned on her good hand and heard the knuckles in her hand creak under the weight. Forward was where she was going although she didn't know what forward held.