Before We March

Chapter 3: Living to Hide

Survive..

The only word that matters to me right now. I nimble my way out of the road trying my best to lose these white officers chasing me. I have no idea where to go and my legs are torturing me.

My clumsiness led me to tripped on a rock and fall my way down to the lake nearby. The officers didn't took notice of me and finally decided to stepped out.

Subsequently, the strong current of waves washed me up and woke me realizing the events that just happened. I am still hugging juju as I find my way out of this forest- like place I'm standing right now. I got a cut at the right side of my eyebrow above my forehead bleeding till I seek for an exit.

I was calling his name, shouting with a dejected cry. I was badly hurt and mentally confused. After minutes of searching I finally made my way out and the van is the first thing that I've took noticed. But the smoke of a suspicious fire embraced me and secondly took noticed that it was coming out from the family van. The engine starts as the officers left out like nothing happened.

I ran my way back to the road searching for my father's body until I glanced to the van with a traumatizing scenario. I jumped in the most paranoid way a kid would do I even wanted to roll because of the frustration the moment I saw this man sitting with the fire inside the van. It was my father.

It felt like my heart got cut by a scissor in half. It was worst than a nightmare for this is reality. I felt like I'm going to collapse any time at the moment , I hope I just did. With my very own two eyes and the bloods on my shirt I saw how those white trash scumbags tortured my father to death.

I didn't know what to do next, I just wanted to get him out of the car but the fire inside is too hot it could nearly roast me alive. I tried to find the cellphone but it was destroyed already by the white cops. I had no other options and my mind aren't functioning now so I just sit and stared hopeless at my father getting burned.

But the van explodes after a few minutes leaving me shuttered and fantasizing death. The darkest chapter of my life begun the time I closed my eyes. It was the beginning of a change.

A change of perspectives.

To everything that I would witness as soon as I opened my eyes. Followed by a siren and the murmurings of these blur strangers. It was like a hallucination but I could felt the sting of the burnt skin and their touches.

"He is loosing blood we have to hurry!"

"Lay him here and cut his shirt quickly!

"doctor his vitals are dropping!"

The light is fooling me for I saw butterflies already. I felt drowned and lost under the sea, I've been ashen and sluggish of air. I think this is where my life ends.

It took me three nights to finally woke up to the second life. Bandage are bathing my injuries I can't barely move my neck. I had no one during these times so I cried for my mother. But these girls and boys in white uniforms are too busy with the other patients. Until a black woman entered the emergency room and came pulling her cart of meals. She looks like she's at her mid 30's with a curly black hair with a larger body. My cravings are hitting up my tummy for I watched her distribute the meals from her cart to the nurses and doctors. But some of them gave her a disgusted look while she answered with a huge smile like she was not bothered by it.

She walks towards me and noticed me sniffing. She asked in the most humble way but I was hurt by the question for she was asking about my parents. I let my head fall down to my hands while I clutched my right thumb. It was a moment of silence so she grabbed an apple underneath the cart. I suddenly grab it and eat it without hesitation for I was too hungry that time.