When it was Raining. I Remained Running.

 I dont know where i am going with this but i hope you like it. vote or comment if you like it. or even if you hate it. it is my first story so i dunno. THANX

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Chapter one



It was a sudden blur, a sudden moment or recognition that I had suddenly been pulled away from the harmless nightmare to the sudden terror of reality. My once sleeping visions had actually pulled itself into real life and real terror. It felt so real and life like that I could almost mistake it for a dream again. I was inside the lines that separated itself from fantasy and real life. I was in a path that only Gods should be allowed to see.  

I stopped wondering how I got here and wondered how I was going to escape my own death. The water was splashing on my feet and onto my face as I ran away from them. They had been chasing me for too long now. I was beginning to weaken and I was started to give up the hope that I would survive. The cold asphalt was a constant reminder that I was still alive and still awake in this reality nightmare.  My feet ached and were bleeding, but I would never know this because of the water quickly washing them into the gutter below me. We were in my town or were in my town. I hadn’t been paying attention to where we were at. Each step took me farther away from my family, my dreams, and my life. There was no turning back only running and moving forward. I knew there were no escape plans and no freedom. Just the bleak hope of maybe escaping this and hoping it was a nightmare that I was eventually going to wake up. But I knew it was not a nightmare. I knew I would never wake up from this.

The houses that we passed were locked away and hidden from the world. Each house had a sleeping family, peacefully dreaming about their hopefully bright future. It had to be around 3 a.m. in the morning at least. When Gabriel had come to get me it was around 12 a.m. I had been running for hours it seemed like. How was I still going? How I am not tired, I do not know.  How was he still running? He had asthma, or at least that is what I thought.

We were running for our lives and we were running from them. They had speed and weapons on their side. We tried running through the forest but they were only faster in there then they were on the asphalt. We would only end up getting lost or it would just slow us down even more than what were already slowing down.  I was scared and I was terrified for my life. The street lights above were the only reminder that I was still going. Each stride was met by a patch of light from the lamps above my heads. Each mailbox was a reminder of humanity. Humanity I could only hope for now. All the houses on this street were a matching set to the house next to it. With the lawn cut just right, the flowers weeded to protection.

The only thing that made it off was the downpour of rain. The families would wake up in the morning to the puddles of water, all evidence of me being there washed away into the gutters. All hope of me being saved or rescued from whatever I was about to face lied in the stale gutter with the rats and childhood monsters that children believed to be lying down there. I myself was only a child, but in the past couple hours I had gone from being 16 to being 40 years old it seemed.

The weight of gravity was pushing down of my already tired body. My heart was pounding in my chest ready to explode from the cage of my ribs. The rain was pushing down on me, keeping me from speeding even faster away from the evil behind me. They have been getting closer with every step I take they get two steps closer. They want me and I have no idea why. The rain was getting heavier and more murderous. I would soon have to give up. Either give up or let their devilling bullets tear me to the ground and hold me there. For me to do that, would mean me giving up and accepting defeat. I may not know what is going on but in know I will not go down without a fight. Whatever they wanted me for I was not going down without the challenge of fighting them.

With that in mind I grabbed a hold of my wits and ran faster, with a purpose in mind, catching up with Gabriel.

                “Laurel hurry if they catch up with us…”

                With that a bullet ran past my ear missing me by millimeters. Gabriel didn’t have to finish his thought. The bullet did that for him.

“Run faster, they are right behind us.”

He was frantic and I was scared. Bullets were soaring past my head. I hadn’t been paying attention to how close they were until now when the bullet had just missed me. I could hear the sound of their boots hitting the wet hard ground.  They were close and soon they would have me in their grasp. Begging them to kill me rather than capture me.

I ran with everything in me. I ran for Gabriel and his freedom. Because no doubt wherever I was going he was going with me. He most likely had it a million times worse because he was a traitor. I noticed thick forest in front of me. We were in the direct path of it and it was either turn back and fight an already lost battle or run for the woods with one last attempt in mind. I did the only thing a sixteen girl my age would do. I ran for the woods frantic, scared and shockingly terrified.