Short Draft Stories

Run (Paragraph)

Run. The only word going through my head. The exact word, the exact instruction. No other words to elaborate or explain why. Just that, nothing else, no other commands, just the one instinct in my head. Exactly what i was doing, i was running. Did I know where? No. Do I know why? Yes. Absolutely sure, no doubt about it. Maybe a bit foggy on the past hour that lead up to my marathon, but still positive on my reason. No slowing down for me, not a chance. I couldn't risk take a break, changing route or turning back. All I could do for now was stay on the path. No shortcuts, can't risk getting caught, not again. Heaven knows what they will do to me, so many twisted methods to inflict pain. Their way of "peace" are brutal and disturbing, it has to be exposed. I have to find them, the people who will listen. Otherwise this risk of a plan will be all for nothing. The people who died for me won't be avenged if i am taken. Bobbi, Sam, Luke, those three names still stuck in my brain, chiseled in like words on tombstones. They all put down their lives for me, they trusted me, to let the world know our story.