Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Run.

Fear scraped the back of her throat, hysteria bubbling to get out. Run, run, run. Run as fast as you can. Run or you’ll get caught. Run or you die. Run. A slight moan escaped her. Hands and feet shaking, eyes wild, mind numbed with fright, adrenaline and emotion. Deep, heaving pants. She ran, her feet slapping on the unyielding cement, pupils dilating. Prayers ran through her thoughts, maybe the one thing that could still help her. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe she couldn't be saved. Maybe she was meant to die his way. Her breath warred its way out of her lungs, her feet pushing on despite her exhaustion. Run. Run. Maybe you can run your way out of this.

Or maybe… you can’t.

Run” whispered a sly voice in her ear. “Run for we will catch you”.

The chase makes it sweeter, darling.

Run.

11 comments:

Lonely Perverted Soul said...

Yea only if we could run away...
Nicely written...

Bitter Truth said...

Very well written!!

It reminded of the kidnapping attempt on me and I had the exact same feelings. RUN!!

uglyduckling91 said...

Aah! @Bitter
I've felt that. =[ It's scary as blegh!

Just like that!

Ali said...

just like my dreams, where i am made to run and can out run every thing knowing full well that i cant even walk properly in real life :(

Maham Khan said...

Intense!

Maryam said...

...oh, man. Stirs bad memories for you guys? Believe me, not the intention =(

Ali: ...?

Xeb said...

The chase makes it more exciting for sure. I'm not too sure about it being sweeter though...

Ubaid said...

agree with maham... intense :)

Maryam said...

Xeb, that's the chaser talking.

Anushay. said...

Oh okay!
*runs as fast as she can*

siras said...

Very well written.

Running is not always the answer though, is it?