I ran as fast as I could with the burning of my lungs and the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I tripped over a branch causing my knee to start gushing blood, I heard distant voices grow near. I took a deep sharp breath like I was breathing razor blades instead of air, then I jumped up, and started running again. I made it another ten feet before I fell again this time hitting my head. The last thing I heard were their voices not too far away.
I woke up to light shimmering through the gaps in the trees illuminating a peaceful path back home. My knee hurt more than ever to move and my head fellt like there was a tiny person in it hitting it with a hammer. I looked around the shimmering morning dew ground for a small sturdy stick to use as a cane. I slowly got to my feet and limped back to the village only to see the place I used to still call home was still burning in embers.
I remember what it looked like last night with the screaming, desperate running people I used to call my friends and family, now only in ashes. Along with the person I used to be.
CZYTASZ
Arson
AkcjaTragedy strikes leaving a girl alone with only herself to blame. This is her story. Cheesy as fuck description because I didn't know how else to describe it without giving it away completely. XD This is my first "published" piece so please be kind...
