![]() FreedomA Story by Sam.s.![]() Strapped in a cell, she finds a way out but its too late.![]() I ran i ran as fast as i could it
wouldn't stop it kept coming at me reaching every inch to catch me. i will
never be safe not here i need to leave hide from them i can't survive here i
must do what is right, right for me im leaving tonight in the hast of sunset
before the gools are sent out to fetch me. i must sneak away i must survive for
its mankind's last chance my last chance to live. I lay motionless in my squeaky
smelly bed waiting for the lights to go out waiting for my time to escape. a
foot step creeps down the hallway inching ever so close my door, the footsteps
become louder harder as it comes near and before my door is swooshed open they
stop. i released my breath my heart pounds ever so fast i can feel my neck
muscles twitch. sending chills up my spin. i clench the sides of my bed frame
trying to find some control. its overpowering i can't stop it, it wants to come
out but i can't let it. i dont want to hurt anyone else i can't kill an
innocent i mustn't or they would have won. I fight the urge the change i ease
my mind and nerves i rock back and forth causing me to shift into oblivion. but
my mind rushes back focusing on my mission to escape i open my eyes and the
lights are off darkness consumes every corner every hole, making everything feel
trapped and scared. i jump from my cot rushing to the far corner closest to the
door. i start to dig making the hole i've been working on for months bigger
just big enough for me to squeeze in i hold my breath and crawl into the hole
moving as fast as my body will allow. i see a light up ahead it creeps up my
hand grabbing me to safety i move faster hoping for my freedom praying for
help. i get to the light and i'm trapped,i’m dead,you won. © 2016 Sam.s. |
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Added on May 5, 2016 Last Updated on May 5, 2016 Author![]() Sam.s.Preston, North West, United KingdomAboutOne moment and this idiot decides to write.... oh well lets see how this turns out. Diversity and ambiguous moral conflicts are my drugs. more..Writing
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