~~Starring blanklessly into the night, Tarri was unsure where she was. She glances around her, but the fog just swirled in circles with her. Her moist shirt was cold and damp. She drew her arms close to her body, hugging herself. Then behind her she heard a twig break. Turning around she squints as hard as she could, but it was like staring into a black hole. Another sound peeped into the night. The sound of someone breathing was right against her neck it seemed. "Who's there??" She asks, the quietness of the night departing as sound parted through her lips. No one responded but the sound drew closer and closer until it was right next to her. Tarri draps her arms down as she feels something sweep against her leg. She jumps back quickly and panicks, heading in a sprint to no where. What it seemed like forever she stopped running and took into a deep breath, scared out of her wits.
~~"Lord.. Please." She says, dipping her head and putting her hands on her knees trying to catch with up with her breathing. Her heart was beating as fast as a race horse. She had never felt so tired and scared in her life. Though the adrenaline pumped quick and fluently giving her strength to run again if she needed. Her body shook violently as she stood back up to feel herself being starred at. She blinks and looks around. Her eyes were getting used to the dark so little burries moved around in her visioni before it made out a small dark figure. She backs up, bumping into something behind her. Something, someone grabs her arms tightly and holds them behind her back, covering her mouth from screaming. Tarri bites the figures hand and steps on its toe before running again, her body leaning forward to keep up with her legs. She screamed help the whole time, hoping someone hear. Tarri feels the grass slowly fade into dirt under her feet, making her trip. She lands harsh on the dirt and spits some from out of her mouth. "Some body! Please help!" She screams at the top of her lungs. She feels herself surronded by darkness, caressing her body. The feeling of being lifted up as her eyes closed heavily, hands grabbed at her arms and legs, swaying back and forth. Her head drips back as she loses consciousness, as the night welcomed her to a deep sleep.
You constantly switch between past and present tense, which makes for an awkward and <nobr><a id="FALINK_1_0_0" class="FAtxtL" href="#">broken up</a></nobr> reading experience.
Stick to one or the other.
I'm trying to fix that.. Still working on the next piece! It'll be better next time.. ^_^