Jenni
2009-10-26 20:16:39 UTC
----How could I miss that shot?
----A loud bang echoed off the tall buildings around me. I shrieked in pain as another bullet pierced the back of my arm, and my knees gave out beneath me. This time, I fell, and I hit the ground hard, scraping the skin on my elbows, my palms, and my face. There was a sharp ringing in my head that scrambled my thoughts. I struggled to remember how to lift myself back onto my feet, and tried to ignore the screaming pain in my arms when I pushed my body upward. The man’s footsteps were louder now, and I knew that the next time I fell, I wouldn’t have the chance to rise again. I had no idea where I was going, and I was running out of time to decide.
----But I wasn’t going to die now. Not here. Not like this. For as long as I could remember I believed that I was willing to die for my cause, but now my cause was lost. I didn’t have anything left to give my life for. If I surrendered now I would be killed alone, and would always be remembered as the coward who let everyone down, if anyone cared to remember me at all. So I chose life, and I ran. I forced my tired body to move forward, in any direction that would keep me alive.