I am nothing.
There is nothing left for me.
My knees strike the pavement so firmly I'm certain I've severed through flesh. I bend over his body and cry silently as he lay still. I plead desperately, my voice struggling to function beyond silent sobs. I'm not the type to crumble, not the type to plead for anyone, yet here I lay like the drab cloth that I have become. I'm a mess. Why is my head unable to think during the one instance where I need it? I figure I'll gain a few minutes if I start moving. I follow my instincts and heave the body over my shoulder.
I'm running, running faster than the rain pouring above me. The rain is unbearably heavy, impossibly fast and my clothes are doing a horrible job at keeping me dry. I stop to put him down, his back to the cold pavement. I kick off my heels and begin untying the lace of his converse.
I'm wearing a dead man's shoes.
I pick up the body and once again throw him over my shoulder. I race against the quickening wind, feet thumping urgently against the damp pavement beneath me.
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Forced Into Insanity
Mystery / Thriller• Warning: This story contains themes of violence, mature content, mentions of alcohol and even assault. You have been warned. Perfection can be one's own demise. We join Francesca Heart as she builds a steady life consisting of friends, a social c...
