Post by Oakstar on Apr 16, 2007 20:10:47 GMT -5
Escape
I should have known that this would happen, I should have known. But I didn’t care at the time.
My heart raced and my feet pounded against the asphalt. My breath was visible in front of my face. I heard them running after me, shouting and yelling. I knew I had to find a place to hide, I couldn’t outrun them and if they caught me, I was as good as dead.
The cold, night air was burning my lungs as I rounded a corner. I saw a narrow alley and used my last bit of energy to reach it. My feet splashed in a puddle of something. Dodging around trash cans and bags of garbage, I ran to the back and found only a dead end. I pressed my palms flat against the cold brick in desperation. My head slumped forward and my forehead rested against the wall.
I heard feet pounding on the street. Looking around desperately, I saw a dumpster. I staggered over to it, and hid behind it, facing away from the opening into the street. With my back against the dumpster, I brought my knees up and rested my arms on them. My right arm hurt insanely, I looked down at it, my jacket and shirt sleeve were cut open and blood soaked, my arm was bleeding pretty bad. I remembered one of the guys had cut me with a knife.
I froze, the voices drew closer. “Check the alley!” one of them ordered. I heard someone splash through a puddle and knock over some trash cans. My heart skipped a beat, as he got closer. I heard him complain about dark alleys, then he kicked over a trash can and a rat ran out. “That’s it,” he grumbled to himself, “He’s not here!” he yelled back to the others. He ran out of the alley.
I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until I let it out. My heart beat so loud I was sure they would hear me. I let my head lean back against the dumpster. After what seemed like hours, I peaked around the dumpster, they were all gone. I slowly walked out of the alley and looked around. No one was there. I exited the alley and ran off, leaving a small trail of blood drops after me.
I should have known that this would happen, I should have known. But I didn’t care at the time.
My heart raced and my feet pounded against the asphalt. My breath was visible in front of my face. I heard them running after me, shouting and yelling. I knew I had to find a place to hide, I couldn’t outrun them and if they caught me, I was as good as dead.
The cold, night air was burning my lungs as I rounded a corner. I saw a narrow alley and used my last bit of energy to reach it. My feet splashed in a puddle of something. Dodging around trash cans and bags of garbage, I ran to the back and found only a dead end. I pressed my palms flat against the cold brick in desperation. My head slumped forward and my forehead rested against the wall.
I heard feet pounding on the street. Looking around desperately, I saw a dumpster. I staggered over to it, and hid behind it, facing away from the opening into the street. With my back against the dumpster, I brought my knees up and rested my arms on them. My right arm hurt insanely, I looked down at it, my jacket and shirt sleeve were cut open and blood soaked, my arm was bleeding pretty bad. I remembered one of the guys had cut me with a knife.
I froze, the voices drew closer. “Check the alley!” one of them ordered. I heard someone splash through a puddle and knock over some trash cans. My heart skipped a beat, as he got closer. I heard him complain about dark alleys, then he kicked over a trash can and a rat ran out. “That’s it,” he grumbled to himself, “He’s not here!” he yelled back to the others. He ran out of the alley.
I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until I let it out. My heart beat so loud I was sure they would hear me. I let my head lean back against the dumpster. After what seemed like hours, I peaked around the dumpster, they were all gone. I slowly walked out of the alley and looked around. No one was there. I exited the alley and ran off, leaving a small trail of blood drops after me.