Sometimes all I can do is run
Running away from my mistakes and messes I've caused. But can I run away from all this? As life goes on we shall find out
The dim-lit streetlights passed in a blur as the raging motorcycles engines revved in the distance. Jughead lungs burned as he sprinted down Riverdale's lonely street. Pounding on the Southside street floor of Riverdale. He had messed up, bad. He can't believe the amount of chaos He had caused for the Southside Serpents. Mistakes erupting like a volcano out of control. Jughead had to escape. So he began to run. He ran past the dusty road that separated the Southside from the Northside of Riverdale. He looked back in dispair on what I had done. Jughead ran past Riverdale high school. The place where he began my teenage rebellion with my deemed pretentious and stuck-up friends. Past pops diner where ever he would go if he was down and feeling unsafe. He passed sweet water river, the happy place Jughead would go to relax. But they had all changed. Like my mess from the Southside was taking over. Drowning. Suffocating them in hell. Dreams murdered before they could become s reality.
Jughead slowed my sprint into a jog as he entered a wealthy neighbourhood, the other side of town. It should be far enough now from the mess to take a breather. He collapsed onto some wet grass, due to the dewiness of the night sky, in the middle of a park. The sky's stars littered the dark sky. Exhaustion came and hit him like a truck, Jughead slowly dozed of into a dreamland.
Two hours later, motorcycles rumbles jolting him awake. Jughead wasn't sure if it was panorama or real life but they were approaching. Panic took over his body, just like the mistakes took over the Southside. The manhunt had began. He had to think fast, otherwise he would be executed from the gang. A fate worse than death. The noise became louder. Jughead began to sprint to the homes but he was stopped by a pothole and twisted his ancle "oOf" Jughead screamed, hardly caring about the sleeping resistants. He pulled out his leg and headed towards the homes again. Jughead looked again for anymore homes and he spotted it, He saw a Victorian style house with the garage slightly open. Jughead jogged towards the driveway. Lights came from left, right and center. The serpents has came. Dashing for his freedom, He slid inside hiding in a corner behind all the buckets and garden supplies this home owned. It was cozy. A blanket was upon the top shelf of the garage next to some garden scissors. He grabbed the blanket and settled down. Hopefully He should get some sleep and his ankle feel better so he could skip to town in the morning. The people who lived in this house wouldn't even know Jughead came here. Slowly sleep took over my body, He began drifting off into absolutely nothing. No dreams. No hopes. Just the bitter pain of reality.