Catch Me

Prologue

They say no one can escape destiny.....

We are all born with the date of our deaths imprinted on our arms. It's society's way of saying; "we own you"; because they do. They watch and control us. They know our every move. They know when and how we are destined to die. In other words, they make us so they can break us and that's exactly what they did to me.

I ask myself why. Why would they? Till that day I had no idea what the answer to this question was. But now I know why. They did it because I lived past the date imprinted on my arm. Because I had survived such a cruel past. They did it because I was different; I was expired. When society finds out someone is expired they will do everything in their power to make sure you fulfil the destiny THEY designed specifically for you. But if you wish to live, there is only one thing left for you to do. Run.

Blood trickled from the wound on my forehead, clouding my vision. I was in an unexplainable pain, but I continued walking. My chest rising and falling heavily. A million screams echoed in my head; haunting me for the rest of my life, for eternity. But why? Why was I hiding? who was I hiding from? What was I hiding from? Society. I was hiding from society. They were everywhere. Watching us like hawks. I didn't do anything. I'm innocent. Burning that house was an act of self-defence, it was the only way to escape my fate.

I could feel the cold metal of the gun as it pressed against my skin through the pocket of my shorts. I was afraid of such a weapon, yet it's what kept me alive for all those years. That exact gun had saved my life so many times before and had almost ended it. That's just how society works; they take a life you give life, you give a life - whether it's yours or not. It's such a simple rule yet it's broken every day.

As I ran a police car zoomed past me, casting a glow across the streets of London. I continued walking as it went towards the house I was previously hiding in before the society found me. I could hear the sirens on the police car up ahead but I refused to look up. My chest heaving, but I continued walking. My heart pounds in my ears and the only sound that can be heard is the faint sound of my bare feet slapping against the concrete.

I need to find somewhere to go, to hide. Somewhere away from this horrid place known as London. I cannot get caught, not again. Never again. I refuse to stand by and let them force me into my so-called destiny. Society, catch me if you can.

They say no one can escape destiny ... But I did.

Kind of.