Run. Just keep running, don't stop. Whatever you do don't look back, don't fall, Just don't!
I keep chanting that into my head. Weaving through the woods watching every branch and twig. I steady my breathe trying to calm my beating heart. He's here. He's right behind me.
I thought I was going to make it until I tripped on a branch.
"Argh, ow shit. Shit, shit, shit" I barely managed to get out. I looked up, glancing around trying to find some sort cover, but all I saw were trees. Snap. Aw shit. He's here. I looked up once more hoping, praying that'll I'll find something to hide me.
"Bingo" I whispered softly. I scrambled to the little hole on my left. I barely made it into that small hole when I saw those big black boots that'll i'll never forget.
*Flashback*
"Mom. Dad? Where are y'all?" I yelled when I came into the house.
I smiled. Excited to tell them the great news about the solo I got at my high school dance team. I looked all around the house trying to find where they were. My smile dimming after every minute I didn't find them. It's weird because they told me to come right after school.
Taking the stairs. Thinking they're in their room maybe, sleeping. My thoughts were correct when I entered the room and they were lying down in bed. I sighed in relief. I decided to surprise them by jumping on their bed.
Making one big leap to their bed I jump on them, I laughed lightly, but my laughter was cut short when I saw red. on my hands. I looked down and screamed.
"OH MY GOD! Oh my god oh my god!" I kept on chanting when I looked at the white sheets that are now soaked in red.
"M-MOM! D-DAD" I said, shaking them hoping that maybe this was some sick joke they decide to play on me. Creak. I heard the floor boards creaking snapping my head at the source. My eyes slightly blurred from the tears. I saw him. I saw a man with a gun. He looked at and I looked at him. We stared at each other and he ran. That's when I heard the sirens.
*End of flashback*
Getting back to reality, I stayed silent. I tried to listen for anything out of the ordinary but nothing. Just the animals and the rustle of leaves because of the wind. Then out of nowhere, Someone grabbed my ankles and pulled me out.
YOU ARE READING
On The Run
Teen Fiction"Being on the run, having to change the way that you do business, being unable to plan in a safe and secure environment, always looking over your shoulder, knowing that some day somebody's going to knock on your door and it's going to be your last."...
