Five Sentence Fiction
The evening rises around me, an incoming breeze cooling the days heat as everything begins to fade into darkness. But I still burn; my legs ache from running but I can't stop, not until I am far enough. A stitch tears at my insides, though not as much as the need to scream grips my chest until my throat tightens with tears. I want to yell in frustration, fight all those who cause this hurt until they understand. Instead it all just falls to a whisper, and I keep running into the obscurity of night.
perfectionist note: needs some flesh...