Freedom

Freedom

A Story by Sam.s.
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Strapped in a cell, she finds a way out but its too late.

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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
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Sam.s.
Sam.s.

Preston, North West, United Kingdom



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