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Personal Narrative: Running

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Running.
Running.
Running.
Running was all I could do. Even though my lungs burned, I couldn 't stop. I can’t stop. I don 't even know what I’m running from anymore.
I think it 's been three days since i 've stopped last. I literally can 't stop running. It 's like my legs are moving on their own. Its funny though, because my legs don 't hurt. Nothing hurts.
I feel no pain.
I want to stop. I need to stop.
I just can’t.
Soon the crunching of leaves below my feet turns to tapping of my feet on tar and I am almost blinded by the burst of light. Im not completely sure of what happened next, but Im pretty sure I tripped on a rock and Im sent flying through the air and land another five feet ahead. I had scraped up both my arms really bad, the

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