Secret Message

Damaged Goods

The rain fell heavily, her breath catching in her throat as she ran, ran far away.

The sound of their foot steps grew louder as she slowed down, running out both energy and the will to live.

Making it out of the dark alley, she stopped in the middle of the street; the dead, silent street.

"There she is!" shouted one of her pursuiters.

He stopped along with two others, panting heavily on the wet sidewalk.

Silently, she would scream out for help, silently she would cry; just hoping for once that someone would hear her cries, her begging for freedom, for help.

She had lost it.

Lost the will to live in the cruel world that had already claimed her tainted soul.

Taking a step back, her arms extended out as if she were preparing to fly off in to a better place, a better world she would live in.

As she took that step, the leader rushed forward, spitting out curses wildly, running for her.

A bright light.

She would have made it to the other side had she been standing in the right place; a foot in front of her place.

Speeding down the forsaken road, the oncoming truck hit two of them; forcing the third to stumble back as his friends were smashed to pieces before his eyes as it came to a screeching halt.

She, staring blankly at the disfigured men across the road, shifted back.

"Why God, why?" 

It should have been her, she thought.

She look at them with an ascertain look; those men could have changed.

The sound of ambulances and police sounded in the background of her thoughts, pulling her back to the harsh reality.

The girl dropped to her already bloodied knees in front of a man, touching his face softly, turning to look down at the bloodied hand before her.

Lowly, she whispered to the man.

"Why God... Why?"