Running

This was one of the first stories I wrote and I keep it because it was pretty good compared to my other stories. It is very short, and poorly written, but it has a meaning :)

Running

          I could feel my heart racing. It hurt so much to breathe and each breathe I took; I could feel my heart beat faster and faster. Doors flashing by, in the corner of my eyes. 222, 223, 224, and so on the room numbers read. At the end of the hallway I could see one door which I knew was the one I was looking for. I could just barely read the sign above to door frame. “Stairs.” The elevators in this building no longer worked. With this part of the city marked off, the electricity is never on. As I reached the door, and frantically tried to undo the wire that was wrapped around the handles, I could hear the bullets hit the wall beside me, he was closer.

          Finally getting the door open, I lunged into the tall stairwell, only to hit the rail protecting people from falling. The shear pain in my ribs had to be ignored as I continued down the stairs. As I looked up the flights of stairs, I felt my foot touch… nothing. Quickly grabbing onto the rail to catch myself, I slowly looked down. I was standing in front of an almost 23 foot drop it seemed. “I would break my legs” I thought as I turned around to return one flight up. There was a door there that I could go out of.

          As I reached this door, I saw the man coming down the stairs fast. Hearing footsteps every half a second. I opened the door just to be blinded by the sun. I was out on a balcony. There was nowhere to go, I was trapped. I became very frantic, trying to make a plan to escape. I was able to lean against the door to keep it shut, but for how long? There was only two options, jump or be shot on spot. The question was, which to go for? Without overthinking, I let go of the door, placing my right foot on the railing. As I pushed off the railing I could feel the wind. I was aiming for the side of the building next to this one. And I felt it under my fingers. But I could not get a grip on the wall. Before I knew it, I was falling. Everything seemed to go very slowly. Between the sound of the door slamming open, the wind as I fell, and the gun shots, For once I felt at ease.

          I got a quick glance at the ground, which wasn’t there. But instead was a dumpster. Thinking I was going to land on some ‘soft’ trash. I bent my knees slightly. As I hit the bags of trash, I felt a shearing pain in my side. Not wanting to look, I lay there silently. Finally getting the courage, I look down to find a metal pole sticking through my side. Small enough to live, but big enough to wish I wasn’t. There was only one thing to do. Pull it out. I gripped the pole with both hands and began to pull it out. This was the worst pain I have ever felt. After lying in pain for a little bit, I knew I had to get out of there.

          I grabbed the side of the dumpster, and pulled myself up. It was probably best for me to stay in the alley. I walked a couple blocks gripping my side, trying to keep from bleeding out. I saw a red light flashing on a pharmacy sign. This was odd because there isn’t any power, at least not any main power. And who needs a generator here? No one is allowed in this area. Either way I knew I had to get there and look for supplies.

          At the store, I rummaged through the shelves and found minimal bandages. Nothing big enough to cover the wound. I had to improvise, so I tore off a part of my shirt, and in the process seeing the wound itself. I used the shirt fragment and tied it around my stomach, pulling it tight. Things became extremely blurry before I felt myself hit the ground, passed out I lay on the floor, Not dead, but not very alive.

          At this point I knew what my life would always consist of. Running; always running. I would never get away from the issues in life. But nothing could stop me from running, and getting one step closer to the end. But for now, I needed to keep running.  

 

Author's Note

Please ignore grammar issues, But what do you think of the style?
Can you find the meaning? I wrote it with intention :)