Survival

When it happened

Emilia Clarke as Angelica

Everything was perfect. Everything was falling into place. I had he perfect man, job, and soon my own family.

I waited patiently for my father to come and lead me down the aisle. Well not really an aisle. I had wanted our wedding to be held in a forest away from the noise of people.
I waited for my father to get me. As the thought entered my mind my father came in flustered. "Run", he said.

"What dad what are you saying?" He pushed me softly as I heard the screaming of others. " Run Angelica I'm not kidding I love you." I ran as my dad started fighting with a man. His arms wrapped around him as he saw me. "I love you Angelica!"  I ran my father's words echoing in my mind. I ran faster as gunshots were heard

I started running for my life. I did it frantically because I knew my life depended on it. I could hear people screaming and gunshots everywhere.

My white wedding dress kept getting stuck and slowing me down. I couldn't afford anything slowing me down. I also couldn't risk stopping and dying.

I didn't know where I would go. No where was safe right know.

Today was supposed to my wedding day. The day you commit to an inseparable union. The day your father walks you down the aisle to a man he trusts. A day your mother and father realize there daughter grew up. This was supposed to be my day.

My day.

My lungs were burning from the lack of oxygen. I kept running. I was scared to stop and scared not to stop. It was better to have a break for a minute than faint from lack of oxygen.

I stopped to catch my breath. I was in the woods surrounded by trees. Millions of towering astronomical trees surrounded me

I realized it felt suffocating. I observed my surroundings looking for a quick exit. It was then I heard silence. There was silence for one moment. All the screams, gunshots and bombs had stopped. I then heard millions of people's feet stomping in my direction. The screams and cries for help were now louder than ever.

They pierced my ears like a violins e string. I started running faster than before. The leaves crunching under my bare feet, the sounds of birds making noises. The bombs were back, people were now screaming again slightly faltering. I could hear children calling their mothers and fathers.

Just then my dress got stuck on a branch. I kept pulling and finally it ripped free. But, I was to late the footsteps caught up to me. Two men grabbed my arms.

Overwhelming thoughts consumed me. I tried to ignore them as I shuddered in disgust.

Another man put a rag over my face and I was out like a light. I woke up in a dark cell. There was bloods of unknown people or things on the walls. I'm never getting out of here I thought.

Was it to late to mention I'm also pregnant. I was due in eight months. no one knew. Not even my husband. Now I'm wondering what life will I have what's my future? Will I be able to provide a life for the baby? All I know is that I have to get out of here. I have to get out of here.

For me and my baby.