Run For Your Life

This is an old story that i wrote a little while ago and had posted on wattpad, but then  i fell out of love with it and took it down. I found it recently and have decided to edit it and repost it to share with everyone. This newer version is inspired a little bit from the song Run For Your Life by The Fray.

Enjoy :)

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Radio Broadcast:

The funeral of Kevin Donahue will be held today at the St John’s Church on King’s Avenue at 11 o’clock. Kevin died at the tender age of 17 after being stabbed during a gang fight between the Kennington and Fitzgerald gangs, of which he was a part, of two weeks ago on Friday night. The Mayor has tried to reach out to the two family leaders Denzel Kennington and Charles Fitzgerald to end this continuing family feud and stop the bloodshed of innocent lives, but none could be reached. Kevin Donahue will live on through his mother, father and sister who he has left behind.

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I love the last few minutes before sunset, the different shades of red, yellow, blue, purple and orange that paints the sky always gives me this feeling of warmth and hope, hope that as the day turns into night and another day approaches, change will come and things will get better. I peel my eyes off of the sky and look at the crashing waves of the ocean as the tide moves in as if coming home for the day to settle on the golden sand. I burrow my feet further into the billions of minuscule grains of sand surrounding me, wrapping my arms around myself to protect myself from the cool ocean air that brushes against my skin. I take another quick glance around me, straining my neck slightly to try and look around the big rock near the entrance of the beach hoping desperately that he would turn up at any moment. He said he would be here at 7pm its already 7.45! Maybe I should just go; if he hasn’t turned up till now, he won’t turn up at all. No wait 5, no 10, no 15 more minutes and if he doesn’t turn up then, then you can go Cassidy, I argued with myself.

17 minutes went past and he still hadn’t turned up. “You know what, screw you Nathan Fitzgerald!” I grumbled to myself as I began to forcibly stuff my belongings into my bag, standing up ready to leave.

“And here’s me thinking you would be a little pissed off with me” a familiar voice joked, halting me in my tracks. I turned around to stare at my so called best friend Nathan Fitzgerald as he stood there looking worn out and perfect all at once.

Nathan was 6”1 towering over my 5”4 frame. He has a slender athletic build that I have seen a few times before during the times we decide to go for a swim when we’re at the beach together. He has chocolate brown hair that is styled in a short faux hawk with piercing emerald eyes. He was wearing a fitted black suit with a crisp white shirt and a simple slim black tie, he looked like a model. He stood there with a weak smile on his face, looking at me with those eyes of his, I didn’t need to hang out with him outside of the beach to not have known about his reputation with women, Nathan was a ladies man and with those eyes of his no girl could say no to him, I even failed to at times even after the many years of knowing him, he even gained the nickname Nathan Flirtgerald.

“Screw you Nat, you had me waiting for your no good ass for over an hour, where were you, you said you would be here at 7 pm so that we could spend some time together, I haven’t seen you for weeks and the first time in ages where we both have time to meet, you do a disappearing act and turn up over an hour late, jeez I even wore my favourite dress for you-“