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 AuthorSam.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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