The Chase

I look up to the mountains. They seem so high from here. I need to make it out. I need to live. The thought of dying is queer and foreign to me. They will not catch me. They will not!

I'm not worried about them killing me. I'm worried about me killing myself. The authorities were chasing me because I stole bread from a store. If I don't feed myself who will? I can't die from hunger, that's the last death on my list.

I still have to run though, if I get caught I'll be put in an orphanage. My life is running. My running is life. I don't know to where I'll go, but I'll go somewhere...somehow. I look up to the mountains again. Where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord who strengthens me.

I keep on running. My hands collide with the pavement floor. And a crimson color liquid pours down my nose, but I keep going. If I can take it, I can make it. Lord, help me. Thinking while drenched in blood is complex. Breathing is laborious.

I need time, time to heal. I need time to think. Who am I? Why am I here? I am Jack. Jack- I don't even know my last name. God has a plan for everything. But what is that plan? When will it be put into action?

"THERE HE IS!" shouted an officer. I ran with all my might. With all my strength, but then again, I had no strength left in me. I don't mean to steal. But how will I live? There's a price for everything. There's a price for living, and dying, and the bread I stole, but unfortunately, I can't pay that price. I'm too poor. Why do I have to be so poor?

"STOP KID OR WE WILL BE FORCED TO SHOOT!" Shoot? They can't shoot a kid! Is that even legal? Okay, maybe it is, but I can't stop now.

I felt pain stab like a knife in my back. I groaned terribly and fell to the ground. They had shot me. Not with a bullet, I don't think so, but with some weird gadget. I silent cried because it hurt so much, and I wanted to scream but I couldn't. I felt them pull my arms behind my back and arrest me. God please help! I thought.

They jammed me into their car. It was so uncomfortable. I cried all the way there, but then I realized something. All this time I was running from God. He feeds the birds. He'll feed me. Right then and there He set me free.