Why worry

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Why worry

Elizabeth

I dressed my self and propped open the window as quietly as I could. I started to crawl through the small opening but Before I could squeeze out of the small window that was high above the ground, I heard banging on the bathroom door and Dark yelling loudly though it was muffled I could tell he was angry with me. I didn't bother listening to what he was saying I was way to busy getting the hell out of there and back home were I'd be safe. I fell about 30 feet down to the hard ground and felt my arm snap and my ankle twist. I coked on a breath of air and let the pain take place. But I didn't dare scream or stop there, they would certainly find me if I stayed put. I jumped to my feet and ran while clutching my arm that had me at the break of tears with pain. I ran for a while through the endless amount of woods, then when I though I was far enough to start walking mostly because I was so tired and out of breath with tears running down my face from pain and fear of what will happen to me I slowed my pace and evened my breathing. Just as I felt like I was going to be ok, I heard several sets of heavy foot steps that made my blood run cold and sent me back into running for my life and freedom.

I can't go back not now or ever. And just the thought of what they might do to me for trying to escape scares me to beyond belief and made me run faster. But they can fucking hear my thoughts so I have to rely on my feet to get me away rather than a good  idea or a witty plan to trick them. All I can do is keep running and hope I get away. Just one foot in front of the other as fast as possible. I continued to run through the woods with no hope of getting away. Just continuous trees. I could hear them getting closer and their yelling became more and more clear. No, no I can't die like this.

Suddenly I was running down a clearing on the ledge of a cliff. I looked over the cliff and saw a town. Small, but still there. I kept running to find a way down this god damn mountain then the worst thing that could have happened, happen.
I stepped to close to the edge and a lose rock cause me to fall off the face of the mountain and over the cliff. So this is how I'll die. I hit the ground and was impaled by a big sharp rock. I heard a crunch sound of my ribs breaking and I saw the rock poke through my stomach from my back, making me feel sick. But yet I didn't feel the pain I thought I would from being stabbed through the stomach, it was more like getting punched and otherwise I just felt like I was falling asleep.
Then Dark Anti and DIE stood above me, Dark crouched down and said to me "you didn't get all that far as you hoped, now did you?" He smiled down at me as if I would be scared of going to hell while I feared going back with him more. I tried to scream 'Fuck you' but blood was pouring out my mouth.
He started to lift me up off the rock that would be my undoing making horrible pain fill every inch of my being. As he began to carry my limp body everything faded away to
Darkness. So death was peaceful and easy.
I wonder if I'll go to hell but then again, why worry if it was to late to change anything?

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