Running for your life

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Behind me I hear John yelling about using that knife and fear erupts in me, and I feel like I could vomit. I fight the urge and run as fast as I my legs can carry me, making a b-line for a field across from my childhood home. My vision is full of green, and I have no idea in which direction I'm going. All I know is that I have to keep moving. I hear Thomas call my name in the distance, but I have to get away. The field is an ocean of plants, and I'm helpless to fight the drowning. I desperately push through, stopping for only a moment to catch my breath. I can hear violent yelling coming from somewhere far away, one of the voices belonging to the man I've come to love, and once of which to the man who sought to destroy him. A pause, and then the sound of eruption, a bullet flying through a barrel and into a victim. Despite my best efforts to fight the thought, I can't shake the feeling that the life that was just stolen was Thomas's. Tears blur my vision, and I know I have to get away before I meet the same fate.

Eventually, I erupt into an opening, and collapse to the ground, finally giving in to the pain in my heart, and I can't help but wonder whether Thomas would have gone to Heaven or Hell. My mind flashes to my family, all of my memories flooding back to me, my body shaking as the deep, overwhelming pain of yearning and a love lost fills me. I lie on the ground as the sun sets, watching the stars rise as I try to come to terms with everything I've lived through. The tears I'm now familiar with begin to inch their way down my cheeks, and I cry myself into a dreamless sleep.

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