I run as fast as my legs can take me. As far as my legs can take me.

I don't know where my destination will be, but I can't stand any longer at this place. Not where the truth of my life stands naked. There are too many choices to make, too much stress to handle, too many feelings to hurt. Everything was mindblowing in a terrible way. I will be born again, no matter what. This time, I will be born again into a world where everything will be free.

I will be born into my own new world.

I hear a gun being fired, but I don't know to where it's aimed to. Not a moment later do I realize tat the bullet was aimed to my head. I hear as it whizzes past my ear at an astonishing speed. I push my legs to run faster. I can't stay here. No not here. Not where I will have to face the truth be said, and lies unheard.

Soon, my legs feel like jelly. Like they'd felt when I run to the Governer. Hana. The Governer. The note Alex left for me to read. Alex. Everything I did brought back those terrible memories. I can't seem to do anything without remembering.

Another bullet fires, and this time, it hits it's aim.

A searing pain begins to spread at my knee as blood seeps out. I begin to limp, not able to move my leg. This is the beginning of my birt. I will bleed. I will cry. Tears fall down my cheeks and the pain grows worse. I can''t stop now, not knowing what terrible truths and comforting lies I will have to face. Is this how it is for everyonne who falls in love before their time?

I can't run anymore and I topple over. No. I need to keep moving, no matter what happens, I will keep moving. I begin to crawl, eyeing the forest. Maybe if I get there, I can finally hide. Hide from this horrible place where nothing is possible.

A voice in my head tells me to stop, to face it. But then the whole world whispers softley in my ear to keep going, to go where I belong. And thats the problem, I don't fit anywhere. Nowhere, not here, not there. I'm simply a boucy ball, sometimes bouncing on one side, and next thing you know, I'm bouncing on the other side. Is it even possible to live on both? To belong on both sides?

It has to be possible, because that's apparently what I am.

Lost.

I look up to see that I only have a few more feet to go. I push my arms and my good leg to o furthur. Just a few feet, and I will be safe. I will be born again. I'm almost there, I'm almost born again, when the worlds most heartbreaking sound fills the evening air.

A gun firing.

This time there isn't just one, but many, many of them, all of them luckly missing. I reach my hand out and I grab hold of a low hanging branch.

Born again. Born again. Born again. Thats what is flooding my mind. Born again. Born again. Born again.

I pull myself to standing position, forgetting the shot leg. I drag myself into the forest. It was like as though I'm back in Portland, when Alex saved me form the procedure.

The bullets keep coming, one of them a hair away from hitting my shoulder. The sky is full of helicopters, like back in Portland.

I stand still, looking. Stariing at what will soon be a nothing to me, just when a bullet hits me.

This time on my shoulder.

Like in Portland.

I will be born again.

I topple down to the ground like a pile of nothingness. The world says it's goodbyes, and I reply in a whisper,

"I love you. Remember. They cannot take it," just before the world goes black, and I am just a memory to be forgotten.

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