Is this a good story? Is it readable? Is the writing any good? How can I revise it to make it better?

I could feel it, quivering in my brain, twitching around my chest, as the surfaces of my hands sent frantic signals. One Mobile Hanging on the tree by the river came crashing down, all the chicks, snakes, insects, and fish were gone. Then I started to run. <br><br>I ran across the clearing at full speed, the black tree running towards me, my arms outstretched. I reached the tree and leapt into the air, my arms around the main branch, my hands locked behind it. I didn’t have time to feel the pain. I just pulled myself over to the other side of the tree, just in time as the black tree behind me burst into flames. <br><br>I ran up the mountain as fast as possible, all the time knowing it wasn’t fast enough. I reached the top of the mountain and ran as far as I could, my knees shuddering as I stumbled, falling. I slid to a halt, my hands extended, as I realized what had happened. <br><br>The Head was gone. <br><br>I remembered the plastic bag I had tucked away in my underwear. I reached for the only hope I had. <br><br>It was empty. <br><br>“NOOOO!” I screamed as I pounded my knee. My hands were empty. I was empty. I was nothing. <br><br>It was destroyed. They had destroyed it. I had destroyed it. I was a failure. <br><br>I sat there, in the mud, drenched and alone, knowing that I had no purpose. <br><br>I was just a failure, a meaningless failure, a failure that meant nothing, a meaningless failure that meant nothing that meant nothing. <br><br>I spun around, in a circle, my hair swirling around me, as I screamed the only thing I could think of. <br><br>“MISS IPSWICH!!!” <br><br>Chapter Four: The End. <br><br>I hope you enjoyed it, or at least found it tolerable enough that you could read it. I just really want to know if the story is any good, and how I could improve it. Any feedback is greatly appreciated.