Escape

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
A slave is running for her life. Can she overcome the horrors of running away? Can she pay the price for freedom?

Submitted: June 02, 2013

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My heart was pounding hard in my chest, like it wanted to jump out at me. My legs were beginning to slow down, and were aching terribly, but I couldn’t afford to stop running, if I did, my life would end before my next breath. BANG!BANG! A bullet flew past me, lightly scratching my cheek in the process, and digging its way into the girl beside me. She took another step before gasping in pain. She cried out, and reached for me, but tumbled into the wet mud as her blood flowed out of her arm. I couldn’t bear to look at her, not when she looked like this, not when she was about to die alone, without me. She had to understand why I wouldn’t stop for her. She was the one to teach me what survival of the fittest really meant, so she couldn’t possibly feel betrayed.

The girl was my friend and her name was Carol. I had met her right when I had gotten sold to her master and had started working in the kitchens. I had no choice and was crying almost all the time, but Carol had been there. She helped when no other would. I would have been in God’s hands by now if it wasn’t for what she did to help me. She was like an older sister to me, one that looked out for me when I got into trouble, and that was what I felt now. I felt like I was running from danger, while leaving my sister behind and it was paining me to take every step that would bring me farther from her.

Tears and sweat streamed down my face, blending in with the raindrops that were each a blessing to my hot, tiring body. I didn’t dare to look back, not when I knew that if I did, I would only run back to my death, to the living hell that hurt me until I would cry tears of blood to the satisfaction of my own psychotic masochist.  BANG! Another bullet had gotten shot out of the gun, only this time, I knew it hadn’t flew past me since pain was piercing my leg. I wasn’t surprised when I started to fall towards the ground, but it didn’t mean I was any less horrified. My face hit the ground hard as the dirty brown water went splat in my eyes. I could feel the sting of the cut on my face as the water sprayed directly at the wound. I could hear and feel the thud as my body came rapidly down right after I had landed on my chin. As I lay there, I knew I was losing blood quickly because soon I was surrounded by a pool of my own crimson.

 A man walked up to me slowly, wearing what or holding what, I didn’t know. From the position of where I was, I could only see his shoes, but I knew it was a man, since women would never go through the trouble of hunting. He grabbed my hair and held me up. The blonde-haired man examined me with hate and disgust written clearly in his blue eyes. He muttered something under his breath hastily and silently, but I couldn’t hear what he said even with the dangerously close proximity between us. The man slapped me hard on my wounded cheek but I barely felt the slap since my cheek had already gotten numb from the dirt water. Then he held my hair, and was pulling me up with it, easily with one hand, and pointed a gun at me with the other.

Immediately, I closed my eyes, and I used my last burst of strength, moved my weight to jump onto his arm and spun the gun around so that the gun was pointed at him instead. The man was completely dumbfounded, and BANG! He pulled the trigger right when I got the gun to be lifted up a little towards the sky. I fell to the ground and landed on my knees, which hurt since the bullet wound was still open and bleeding.  When I finally had the courage to open my eyes, the man lay dead in front of me, kneeling with a bullet hole right through his forehead, with a blank expression of open eyes.


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