Run...
Faster...
Run , run , run , run...
Oh God I think I am going to die , but no I can't think , I can't breathe , I can do nothing but run .
It is like a rabbit running form the big bad wolf , but the problem is that the wolf always gets the rabbit , which means that he will win.
Oh Lord , the irony is not lost on me .
My bare feet hit the ground again and again and again , the sound of my heavy breathing fills the empty streets .
I hear voices , laughters which indicates that I am close , just a little more , if I could just run a little bit faster , if I could just urge my weak , tired and out of breath body to move faster , I will reach safety and will be able to finally rest .
My happy thoughts of freedom is cut short when a hand covers my mouth muting my screams and another sneaks around my waist pulling me flat against a solid chest.
I struggle , I swear to God I kick and wither as hard as I could but he doesn't even twitch, he just holds me tightly and keeps whispering " I am so sorry " over and over again in a tone that could bring me to my knees on any other day but not today and not ever again.
After what seems like a year I am out of energy , and I have no more strength ,please forgive me but I gave it my all , and after awhile my body sages against his then I hear myself sobbing quietly and feel my body shaking as he lift me in his arms saying "I got you baby , I got you ".
I try to say something but no sound comes out , I don't have the power to think let alone speak.
"Don't" I try again and I think this time he hears me, cause he hushes me saying everything will be fine.
Then everything is engulfed by darkness.
