Prompt: "you can run from your past, but your past can't run from you."
This short story explains the other side to this prompt, the side that shows you the inner turmoil that some people go through after murder, instead of the traditional change-my-name-and-move-country -so-I-won't-be-found-and-can-start-a-new-life sort of story.
Note: Italicised words are memories
The day was cold. The wind howled, thrashing at my thick polar fleece coat and whipping my long auburn hair into my eyes, while the trees bent backwards under the force of the storm. I shivered, looking around at the desolate landscape. Here, deep beneath the ground, lay an old friend. Memories came flooding back, as they always do when I visited here. And, as always, I tried to block them out with little success.
The day we first met.
The day he saved my life.
The day I saved his.
Memories, constantly streaming through my head, each one bringing with it a new set of tears. Pain and regret came with those memories too – the pain of losing a friend and loved one, the regret of things past done.
Finally, the mental assault ground to a halt, finishing with one final memory… and the memory that I regret the most…
It was a day much like this one - cold and blustery, dust tearing at our skin, the landscape devoid of any life.
I stood, the smoking gun in my hand, facing his broken and bleeding body.
"Why?" He croaked softly as I approached.
My eyes hardened. "Because you hurt me. These wounds that you have inflicted," I said, glaring at him viciously and tapping my heart, "these will never heal. What you have done was unforgivable. I loved you and you betrayed that."
Once again I raised the gun and fired a single shot. His body shuddered and the light within his eyes faded.
As I began the long journey home, I turn one final time to look at his resting place, muttering to myself,
"I guess what they say is true. 'you can run from your past, but your past can't run from you.' If it wasn't, then these memories would never haunt me. And I wouldn't love you."
A/N: This was writen for a creative writing essay that I had to do for school. Hope you liked it. R&R!
