Regretful Life

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a paper I had to do for English class. My teacher told us to find a newspaper article and write a story out of it. This is about a man who was commited for raping a woman and is now being chased by police through a cornfield. It needs a little work, but here it is.

Submitted: June 08, 2008

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So many people commit crimes, like me. I committed a crime and now I’m being pursued. I’ve been on the run since last December, making it eight months now. That stupid security guard just had to call the police. Now I’m stuck tearing through this godforsaken cornfield, running, again.

I feel like I just entered the cornfield, and I already hear the blue and red police sirens pull up. It sounds as if they are trying to surround me. I can’t run anymore right now, and I don’t want to run into the police on the outskirts of the field. I have to stop.
I feel like it’s over a hundred and twenty degrees. I can feel the sweat trickling down my back as it comes from places I didn’t even know could sweat. The only landmark I have is the straw scarecrow that I’m leaning up against. I think the police and starting to give up. Lately, I’ve heard less and less of them talking to each other in their death game of Marco Polo.
I don’t even know why I took her. This chase and this heat aren’t worth that time of forced pleasure. She was just so beautiful and young, and it was so easy. I needed something to curb my appetite to be next to another warm body. I wanted to press myself against her and feel that sensation of love. I didn’t care if I was hurting her for my own wants. I didn’t care when she screamed and tried to push me away from her. I only wanted her. Not so much her as a person, just her body. I just wanted to feel her body next to mine even if the loving passion she had for her man was pretend for me.
But no! It was still wrong. I shouldn’t have done any of it. I may have ruined the girl’s remaining years of life, just for my own pleasure. The scars I accidentally gave her body may heal, but the ones I seared into her helpless soul will never leave. I knew that and yet I did it anyway. What have I done? Maybe I’ve ruined both of our lives, just for a few precious moments of fake pleasure. Maybe…
BARK BARK!
Oh crap! They’ve got the dogs on me. Those dogs have been trying to get me for eight months, I’m not letting them get me now. Maybe be if I stay here they won’t fine me. Maybe my scent is already somewhat distilled by the corn.
But wait! Those dogs only bark if they are onto someone, or they’ve just found something. I look down and notice that one of my black leather sandals is missing, leaving a bare, bleeding foot. I guess it must have come off while I was running. The dogs must have found it. Maybe they still won’t find me. I lean my slick sweat soaked back against the scarecrow and try to relax a little. They won’t find me.
 
BARK BARK!
I must have fallen asleep.
BARK BARK BARK!
Are they onto me? That was more barks than before.
BARK BARK!!
Crap! That was louder. They must have gotten closer. I can hear faint footsteps on the few stalks of corn that failed to live. How are they getting to me so fast?
CAW!
I look up only to see the giant undersides of black wings against a cloudless blue sky. The bird must have thought I was dead when I fell asleep.
“Follow the bird! It’s probably circling the fugitive!”
DAMN! That was one of the policemen. Why did I get myself into this?
I’m running again. Now I’ve got to stay away from three things: the police, the dogs, and that stupid bird. I don’t know if I’m running in a straight line or in circles. All this cursed corn looks the same. It reminds me of the corn mazes we had in my hometown at Halloween. Only this is much scarier. The heat and hunger are preventing me from thinking clearly. I have no clue how long I’ve been out here; I just know that it’s the same day. All my nerves and sense are on end. Hunger claws at my insides, but I can’t eat the corn for fear of giving the police another lead. I’m almost out of ways to escape.
I see something up ahead between the corn stalks. I slow to a walk and sneak forward. I don’t know what it is, but I hope it isn’t a policeman. I get closer and suddenly feel something hard and flat against my bare foot. I look down to see a long, hard piece of wood. I pick it up, forming an idea in my head as I go. I get closer to the figure. I realize it’s the back of something, or someone. I sneak up behind it and…
WHACK!
I hit the top of the figure with the wood. I watch it fall to the ground, face first in the dirt, and then I notice straw escaping out of what look like arms. I turn the figure onto it’s back only to see that it’s the scarecrow.
“Well hello old friend.”
I couldn’t believe it. I had run in one giant circle!
I have to do something. I decide to pick one direction and just run, no matter what. I close my eyes and turn in circles with my finger outstretched to pick a direction. I stop spinning and run.
It’s a miracle. I can finally see more than just corn in front of me. I’m beginning to see slivers of actual trees between the rows of corn stalks. I begin to run faster. I only want to get out of this cursed field.
I slow down which I reach the edge to check for police cars. Apparently, I wasn’t surrounded at all. There were no cars in sight. I was free!
I could run across the border into Mexico and never come back. I’d have to get out of North Carolina first, but when I get there I’ll never lay hands on an innocent girl again. I’ll be sure to find a girl who wants me and actually wants to feel the pleasure of my love. If I ever get the yearning urge for that feeling, I’ll remember these nightmarish months.
Crap! Police sirens! They know I’ve gotten out of the field.
I start running as fast as I can. My legs feel detached from the strain and weakness of pounding on the hard, black asphalt. My shoeless foot is getting scorched with every step. I can feel my skin being burned and ripped off as I run for my freedom. Why did I do that horrible thing so many years ago?
The policemen easily catch up to me in their blaring cars, reminding me of the night of pleasure I am now paying for. Why did I have to ruin both of our lives?
The police cars surround me, forcing me to stop. I only wanted to be close to someone.
The dogs quickly catch up to complete the threatening circle of blue, white, red, and brown. Why did I scar us only for pleasure?
Why? Why? Why?
I am so angry with myself for doing such a stupid thing that I run straight at the nearest policeman. I crouch into a football style tackle headed straight for the man’s stomach. My aim hit dead on. He falls over onto his back, giving me a clear shot at the open road, but instead of running, I keep punching the man. I throw wild punches in all directions. I can’t seem to control what I’m doing. I’m just so angry at myself, at the world.
Suddenly, I feel sharp pain sink into my arm and back. I look at my arm to see furry jaws clamped around my arm with stark white teeth sinking into my skin. I barely feel what I see. I keep throwing my wild, untamed fists everywhere at once. I faintly hear men shouting and dogs barking. I feel grips of steel on my arms, pulling me away from my victim. I am slightly aware of the dog’s teeth being yanked out of my skin, and I barely see my victim of anger lying there on the hot asphalt, half conscious, with blood running everywhere.
My body is in the street, caught, but my soul is reliving that fateful night when I forced a girl into love. I am recounting all the chases and lies I have lived through since that night I ruined out lives.
My soul is back in my weary body, but both are too exhausted to even think about listening to the man telling me my charges.
“Mr. Scott Moore, you are under arrest for…”
I know the charges. I know what I did, and now I have to face those charges and live with them for the rest of my life. I am going to get many years in prison to regret with I’ve done and make resolutions for the future. I am unaware of the gripping hands loading me into a car with flashing lights that is about to drive me off to the rest of my regretful life.


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