Midnight Blue

🟣⚫ 4.) Fleeing *(Narrative)* ✔

Heart flutters frantically.

Still work carries on relentlessly

And I hear the pounding in my head.

Yes, I am brain dead.

Tick tock tick.

Tick tock-

Kick!

I bust down closed doors.

Ah, here is a shore.

It calms me

Until I hear a ruckus and it is like its smooth lapping is laughing.

My feet began fleeing.

My mind begins screaming.

As I run I see the gun.

My mind replays images of the trigger.

"No!"

Tick tock tick.

Tick tock-

"Mick!"

Helpless kid...

There was nowhere to run.

Hide screams my mind.

Heart flutters frantically.

Still work carries on relentlessly

And I hear the pounding in my head.

Yes, turn left.

The pounding increases and then suddenly ceases.

I stop in my tracks.

Oh no...

Should I turn back?

My mind replayed the trigger point and knew soon I would be nearer and it would all be clearer.

Tick tock tick.

Tick tock-

"Mick!"

I was helpless and defenseless.

My voice diminishes.

Here is the clearing.

Mick is just leering.

"Mick-"

The pounding came rebounding.

Tick tock tick.

Tick tock-

"Mick!"

"Mick!"

"Mick!"

Kick!

Mick wasn't phasing.

Suddenly I was changing.

"Mick!"

Kick!

Mick suddenly seen the scene

Or me.

Tick tock tick.

Tick tock-

Kick!

I could think no more.

My mind was farther than the shore.

It is blown, nothing could be shown.

At least my love was shoved.

He didn't get to slam the hammer.

I will admit, he almost hit-

TRIGGER!

OH NO!

My feet began fleeing.

My mind began screaming.

I run as I see the man holding the gun.

He saw me changing as my mood was phasing and jumped back as if I had attacked.

Yes,

Hide screams my mind.

Heart flutters frantically as I wait preciously.

Don't worry Mick, you're in MY sight.

The man points the gun and is quickly shunned.

He can not deliver when pulling the trigger.

I told you not to worry Mick...

My mind is farther than the shore.

It is blown, nothing could be shown.

I only channeled my anger as I changed and quickly phased.

I looked at Mick's dad dead in the eye.

"Yes, I am brain dead. I've already been. You shot me in the head, now no more bullets, back to the shed."

His feet began fleeing.

His mouth began screaming.

Mick was in my sight, heart pounding, and fluttering frantically.

He did what his dad told him to do.

Luckily I knew too even though his dad didn't expect me to.

He would leave or my spirit would never flee

As I now haunted this island down to every tree.

I would stay as my son loved me.