It was a dark and stormy night. In a far off woods away from any common sign of civilization a person was running. She had been running for quite some time away from something inescapable: the world.

Her scarf blew violently in the wind. It was violently windy as if the wind itself was hoping to stop her in her tracks before dragging her backwards. Leaves slammed against her face and blocked her from seeing what was up ahead. The woman narrowly missed crashing into one of the many trees in the woods. A loud snap echoed before a mighty crack screamed through the valley. It almost scared the teenager so bad she jumped and was hurled into danger. Her feet got sucked onto by mud, leaving her a new challenge. Earth pulled and heaved her body to make her its prisoner.

Even the rain that stormed down opposed her. It was storming; the rain was thick. This weather made it difficult for any living thing to speed her way around this murderous labyrinth of trees and barren bushes.

A forest fire was blazing ahead. It was the only place the traveler could go. She could take refuge in the flames and start this race all over again inside its burning furnace.

Against all odds, the girl ran. Endlessly ran. She bolted, determined to break free of the pain cutting against her flesh apart. The rain was torturous as the mud ached her feet. The flimsy clothes she wore were ripped and torn seemingly to shreds, but the dead leaves and acidic rain stung her eyes too badly to know if the fabric was now a flag on the ends of the mightiest branches dangling all around like a Christmas Tree.

Everything was dark for the refugee. It was like a black and white nightmare with the whole system determined on getting rid of the only sentience in the film: her.

The storm ruthlessly roared on. Fire and static blazed throughout the night. Lightning shot down several feet ahead! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

Falling on her bag, she screamed and skidded across the ground until toppling over herself. It was rather a girlish kind of scream, something you'd hear blown by a whistle. The thunder laughed.

Quickly, she got up all while tripping over every vine, twig, and plant in her way. Of course.

Sara Osheena heard a loud crack before twirling out of the way of a very large log, like the two became passersby on a busy street. It did not smell like the city. It did not smell like it at all. It smelled like red. It smelled like blood.

Staggering away, she found her footing once again to sprint on towards those open flames she had previously lusted for to bring her safety. Upon arrival, it was far too hot to enter. The white oven would surely burn her body alive.

Wouldn't the world like that or would it hate the fact it hadn't been able to do it itself?!

Sara Osheena ran elsewhere from that previous hope which refused to let her in. Alas, there! Oh almighty, there was a house just ahead. It was mighty and firm! Sara Osheena was surprised she hadn't seen it sooner. It had a door of fine brass with an even finer silver knocker attached. In desperation to flee the storm, the refugee banged on the door.

Out.

Of!

THESE!

WOODS!!

She slammed her fist against the wood. BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

No answer.

She did it again. The girl screamed louder for help and begged them for space to be her sanctuary away from her murdering. Her song bled out of her tongue like the rain made her body.

How she longed for a bath.

It wasn't a long time before the door opened. It was a mysterious figure, greatly larger than Sara Osheena. If it wasn't so dark, she would have seen more. That was impossible to do because she could barely peel her eyes open from the red dripping down her face.

Then in a loud voice, Sara Osheena was scorned for being stupid enough to be out in the storm. She was harshly yelled at and in a heaping blow, the fellow human in nice warm clothes unexpectedly smashed her smooth fist against her face.

Sara Osheena fell backwards from the force. She then found out mud did nothing to cushion a stone floor as she slammed down on it below like fist had done on that door. Was this her punishment for doing so?

Thunder roared as the last bit of light the girl had not realized appeared and then vanished into the night. Again Sara got up with not a moment to lose to dart away from the house. There was nothing to hear from the home at her back. How could one be so cruel to abandon someone so desperate and in need? She had opened herself up to that person and requested the bare minimum shelter for the night. They shut her out barbarically to only hurt her further.

She could feel warmth flee her neck. The yellow scarf she had loved got blown away. This must have been when she was flying through the air from that punch. In horror, Sara Osheena ran faster back into the storm.

Was she in the clear yet? Could she not be hit again by that abomination calling itself love?

Once out of sight, she looked around for another escape with only the thin bright blue jacket she hugged tightly to keep her warm.

In the corner of her eye, she spotted a beautiful house. It was not that much as it was a little run down, but that was more than enough to feel at home!

If you could see the Ocean Princess, her two feet prancing towards the plain metal door at top speed, not giving a damn about the situation and massiveness of woods around her. Nobody would have known she barely ran a day in her life from watching the blue blur jet across.

Like before, she banged the door. This time she did so without a knocker which she didn't care to notice. She was going to be safe. She was going to be okay! She was going to be…

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

WOODS!

The lost soul cried her tears dry as a humiliating plea of desperation to let her in.

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The silence was crippling. It hurt more than the wounds she already had no matter how loud everything around boomed.

Then, the door opened.

This figure was not at all like the last. With kind hands and kind words, she was brought into the home, fed, bathed, and sheltered. Finally after hours of relief from the pain, Sara Osheena was tucked into a warm, wool bed after hot milky chocolate in an even warmer mug. Inside the bed, Ms. Osheena realized she was not alone, but with a kind friend. Her friend sweetly told her about how dangerous it was to be in a storm and reminded the youngster about how foolish it appeared to be out on a night such as this. Sara Osheena laughed and explained her given situation, telling the sorrows of the previous home and why she was out in the first place. Unlike anyone she, a fellow human, welcomed the scared little kid she was into her loving arms and held her close in a perfect embrace as if to protect her from any harm. No harm existed here.

The teen was given a thick soft jacket of bright green, purple, and orange. These colors were abundant even among strangers who were now her friend. She got it just because she both were human.

The two friends were shining together in that cozy little home. For the first time, the teenage girl was happy. After many hours of blissful joy, she stayed with her true friend in that lovely home.

Her friend told her about the outside weather. She said that they should go out together, hand in hand. The young woman was overjoyed at the invitation, but when she got outside she realized that she could not bear that weather like she had previously done. This time however, she got to see the woods fully. The world was black and white, but she was a streaming river of blue.

Still, it was difficult in that awful weather. Not knowing what to do, she gently tugged the hand holding hers. The two friends went inside once more.

In a way she didn't recognize, she was sweetly escorted back in the storm without even closing the door. She had not brought her blue jacket with her or her new one. The rain hurt far worse this time. For she had gotten accustomed to the comfort of the home. Sara knocked and knocked on the gently closed door, but there was no response.

"Please," cried Sara. "At least let me have my jacket! It is the only thing that can keep me warm out here! I'll surely perish without it!"

No response. The stranger simply refused to talk to her.

"Please," Sara cried again. "I beg of you!!"

Rain penetrated her arms and hail cut wounds on her neck. "Please!"

The door swung open in a fiery blaze of fury. Just like before, the Princess was punched backwards across the face onto the ground. She was verbally scorned for all her discomfort with her color. The door slammed shut behind the ex-friend.

No not this time, Sara Osheena did not give up this tragedy called hope. She went a ways off under a large tree and pondered what she ought to do. Little by little, she understood more and more what they had said.

One more time, she bravely walked over to the door and poured out her soul. You should have seen the Ocean Princess. She was a beacon of all emotion. This woman displayed what the world knew as magic. It was a song more than human and more than life itself.

It was love.

After what seemed like hours of begging, the door opened and she got decked. This time, Sara stood her ground and didn't fall as the door slammed shut in front of her. She could not understand what the problem was and pleaded further to understand everything. For the third time, the door was opened.

The friend was different. She did not beam of warmth, but the forest had turned her black and white. In terror, Sara Osheena turned around and tumbled away as she walked through the storm.

All alone, hurt, and cold, the girl walked forward from a truth that shattered every dream her heart had wished would happen. Even the ones she had made when all alone in her bed with a twinkle in her eyes like stars.

No more did she wonder what those were. The storm thunderstruck o' silent night.

This dream was a tragedy called hope.

Falling on her knees, she cried and embraced the pain. It was hers and hers alone. The miserable soul had opened her heart to the two figures and neither cared for her. It would have been simply better for everyone if they never had opened the doors for this scared little kid. Kindness hurt far deeper than the outside world did. Nobody seemed to care about the weather Sara was bleeding in.

Crippled and weak, she walked onwards towards nowhere. The storm worsened and still she walked on. More blackness had attached to her, but she was determined to keep going. The rain still stung, the leaves still slid her around, and the trees still blocked her path. Sara was worse off than she was earlier.

Her legs hurt and her body was spilling love everywhere like one of those rivers that families river raft in.

“What am I to do?” Sara started thinking. “What am I to do?”

She did what any dreamer would have done. she ran. She ran away from the silver knocker, away from the warm arms of that friend, the fists of those she loved, colors of black and white, and all her streaming colors. She ran out of those woods to never be seen again. She did not care about how long she ran as long she was in the clear of being away from any pain.

The blood was dripping from her neck. This night she never would forget. That was past decided. The ones who were supposed to love her in her life had spent all of her years slowly mutilating her. They were killing her in cold blood. They threw her out to be found dead on the side of some road in whatever ditch. She did not know how much red blood streamed behind herself. Those people basically had just slit her little throat and let her red blood fill the ditch they imagined her body thrown in.

In a way, she was also running from the good too. If anyone was there, she would have seen a magnificent sight as the princess ran onwards with blood trailing along in the wind. Sara Osheena ran away from the mansion, away from the house, the fist that hit her, the mud she had landed on that no longer covered her back, and the thick coat of orange, purple, and green. All the good and all the bad, she ran from. Now, she was back in the fire because of the silver lining of hope there would be an escape.

The flames rose high and ranged greatly onward. As she passed, Sara could feel her body burning; every ounce of skin sizzled like she was being cooked alive. As fast as she could, she darted through the open flames, past the falling heaps of destruction, and across all danger that came ahead. It hurt so much. She couldn't take the pain. Leaping into the sky, she hoped to taste the scarring rain once more and feel the cutting coldness. It was no luck! She was trapped in the fire.

"Please, help me! Save me!"

Suddenly, she fell. Without knowing it, the princess had run off a cliff. Her skin was everywhere and the flames had burned the last of her red off. She could feel the severe burns that the fire inflicted.

All of the precious color she had so lovingly held was gone. Like the rest of the world, she was black and white.

"Please, let me fly away from this place!"

Nobody answered.

The princess tragically fell downwards down to her death.

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She couldn't die here, not now. She had loved ones awaiting her. This girl had things to do and a destiny to fulfill. She couldn't die like this. Not now, not ever!

Filled with the hope to stay alive, a searing back shot through her back. Knives seemed to sprout out of her naked body. It hurt like hellfire. She didn't know what was worse: the pain from the punches, the storm, the fire, or her back. Clenching her fist and crossing her arms, she knew Sara Osheena was still in her.

Her blood was red enough to shine.

That crimson, golden blood shone all around as a beacon of hope!

It coiled around the Ocean Princess: that blood. That blood that had been her pain all along. It wrapped around her cold naked body and protected it from harm.

She didn't know what was going on. She wanted to live so badly, but she hated the world and wanted to die. If only it could die...

If only she could fly.

White wings had sprouted from her back. The pain that the back had endured was her wings growing. She was ready, time to fly just how she wanted.

But the blood, the blood weighed her down. It wrapped her up like a helpless cocoon and the body was the butterfly. Sara was relieved the pain in her back was gone. It was all over, but did not know that wings had grown on her back.

Trapped in her own pain, she fell into the forest below, completely encompassed by blood and water. It took control and before she was going to hit the ground, it grabbed onto any tree it could find so she could hang.

Sara Osheena was protected. Finally safe from the storm, she had lost everything and the world had wrecked her. Now with her own anguish, she had made herself a cocoon to forever save herself.

She hung there in the forest never to be found. The white wings stretched wide, ready to soar into the sky and above the stormy clouds.

Slowly over time, the red blood became covered by snow and mud. Eventually all of Sara Osheena was lost. All that was left was a heart of pure angel wings split by her own cocoon.

Sara Osheena shone bright like a star in her own imprisonment. White powder fell down. It hid her beauty under a marshmallow world of snow. The world had won and at last, the movie was black & white like once before.

The storm stopped. The rain stopped pouring. Leaves stopped blowing. Mud cleared up into a beautiful soil. Trees grew into a beautiful sight. Birds sang. People went out of their homes. Everything was at peace.

Sara had been vanquished.

It was truly a magnificent white Christmas that year.