Chapter 1- Running

          Guilty without a sentence. Chased like a criminal despite being innocent. Hunted down for the sake a twisted ambition.

          I run. I run. I run. I run. I almost never stop. From sunrise until sunset, all I know is running and ragged breaths. Feet full of blisters, blood dried on my head and shabby clothes. Sometimes I forget how food tastes like. My burning neck warns me when I’m thirsty, I don’t have time to think on my own. I have to run. From what, I have no idea, but I know I have to keep running. Everything is a blur. Everything moves too fast. I never get the chance to take in my surroundings. All I can do is use my instincts to choose directions. I can’t be caught. I mustn’t be caught.

          It’s not my fault. I don’t know whose is, but I’m not sure if blaming someone is what I’m supposed to do. Even if I could do it, who would I accuse? The thick air metamorphoses into a hand which strangles me. The wind whips my eyes. The ground bites my feet. Even time seems intimidated by my speed. I never asked for this. Life never asks anyone. I have to keep running. I want to pause for a moment. To take in the fresh breezes, to tend to my aching body, to have my tongue and nose blessed by the sweet aromas and fragrances of food in peace, to delight my eyes with the divinely painted sceneries that were bestowed upon us from the beginning of the world.

         I continue my way. I think I had calm days, but I can’t seem to remember them. Now it’s dark outside. I look back for a split second. Nobody is following me, but I soon feel the cold earth sullying my clothes and face. I tripped, what a fool I am. At least I’m safe… I think. I don’t know. I don’t know many things. I gasp, filling my lungs with so much needed oxygen. I dart my gaze towards the almighty sky, now a canvas pierced with starry needles. Among them, the moon. Now I remember!

        I grip my chest… Thank God, it’s still here! I take out what’s most precious to me. A necklace, its pendant protecting my treasure, my proof that tranquil days have once existed in my life. I twirl the shiny material between my fingers with utmost tenderness. A few years have passed since then, yet this tiny object never lost its soul. Its tender twinkle winks at me. I smile like a child who found his beloved toy after an excruciating seeking. I put it on my tired heart, reliving the life I seem to have lost. I long for it. I want it back.

         I take a look at the frail moonbeam in my hand. It’s my tiny shiny sword in this sea of darkness. I inhale deeply. Finally, sweet air. I’m content. How much times has passed since I fell? A few minutes probably. I seem to be a master at stopping the flow of time. I bring my treasure close to my lips and kiss it. In my mind, along with it, I kiss the hand that once gifted me with it. I observe the object once more before falling in a deep slumber. I must have energy, for tomorrow I resume my running. I close my moonbeam back in the pendant and hide it again under my blouse. My gem is safe again, as it should be.

          My dear, tiny piece of tinfoil.

Author's Note

Hi, guys! I know I've been quite absent for a while, but I got new ideas for future prose and poetry. I also prepared something special for you, but it will take a bit until I finish and polish it. I hope you will enjoy this new story. :)
What do you think about tinfoil? What do you think it means? I'm really curious about it, so I want to know your opinions. Don't be shy :)

Reviews

[BL]

A good read, when’s the next chapter coming out?

[LylaCrystal]

I'm currently working on another projects, so it may take some time until I post the next chapter, which is still in progress.