running
The grass was higher than she had expected, and the trees looked as though they where monsters, ready to reach out and grab her at any moment. It was almost eight o' clock, yet she still continued to run, they would be coming soon. Any second now, the dogs would be heard in the distance, catching up, and the guns would fire off, one by one warning her. She had to get passed the river, then she would have a slim chance of escaping, but this forest was slowing her down.
Leah: Oh my god I have to get out of here, where's the fence? There's supposed to be a fence, where is it? I remember it had metal wires all around it, they said that it was put up for our safety. To protect us from the unbelievers. From the killers.
Leah came to a full stop gasping for air, she collapsed on the forest floor .falling on a prickly bush, but didn't get up, just looked up, to the trees, she thought of giving up. Let them catch her, kill her. let them prove their point .let them do what they please. What was the point; she didn't know where she was going? The fence was only a memory from when she first came to the facility, she was only a child. Then a miracle happened, Leah's eyes saw the fence. Sticking out of the trees barely noticeable, the fence, the border line of freedom and insanity .Her savior was a metal fence. Then with a rush of excitement she couldn't control, she started shouting out to the forest for all to hear.
Leah: Yes I can't believe it, there it is, yes mom I did it I'm here! This is for you! I love you; I'll make it, I'll make it out, for you. I'll come back I promise, I'll save the rest. That I can do for you.
Shots in the distance started to fire, Leah froze, unable to make another step. In her head thoughts rushed and memories came back.
Peeking through the basement counsel window, Leah saw a women tied to a chair staring straight at the window, she seemed to be praying. Leah moved in forward and pressed her fingers to the glass. Squinting her eyes, she moved closer to try and recognize the poor women.
She could make out a bracelet on her left arm, instantly Leah regretting her actions. The bracelet was her mother's; she had made it for her when she was seven. It was red, blue and green and made of rope. It was her mother in there, no doubt about it. Her brown hair fell in her face and stayed there, like it usually did. Her once white blouse was now covered in a sick dark red color. She shuddered at the thought of her mother's blood. Shock took over Leah's body; nothing made sense.
Leah: no it couldn't be, that's not mom, no mommy, and please it can't be you. Oh god say it's not, I'll believe in you I will, just make it so that's not her please god. I'll never ask for anything ever just this.
It was no use that a woman was her mother, and she was never coming back. Leah could barely identify her, bruised and disfigured, she was barely sitting in a wooden chair, tied up with barbed wire around her upper arms.
Leah: Mommy, escaped from her lips. Leah managed to squeak, barely a whisper, her mother heard, and turned her head towards the window.
Leah: Leah opened the window a crack in an effort to try and save her. Maybe I can open the window and crawl in then lift mom out, or call for help, what am I thinking she'll never make it out? No one will help me, if I call for help the elders will come, I'll be tortured too.
Tears filled Leah's eyes, there was nothing she could do, her mother was going to die and there was nothing she could do.
Mom: Uhhh, a painful sigh escaped her lips.
Leah: Mom hold on I'll help you, taking a chance, Leah opened the window all the way up and stuck her right leg in.
Mom: Gasping for air Leah's mother shook from the pain, and attempted her last words, she looked straight up to her, and said Run.
And that is exactly what she did.
