May 2014
My feet carried me away from him. His feet were pounding against the metal and rubble, coming closer and closer. My heart was racing, my breathing becoming heavy. The only thing that kept me moving forward was the thought of getting away. Then, my ears were filled with echoing shots. My body cringed and tightened. The tunnels began to quiet, but the silence seemed more deafening than the gun shots were. I opened my eyes and breathed out. As my lungs expanded, sharp shooting pains coursed through my body. I look down, my eyes falling still on my stomach.
Red liquid stained my shirt, devouring it as if the bloods life depended on it. My hands shakily went to my torso. I looked up to the end of the tunnel, seeing sunlight and a few shadows pass by the opening. I tried to take a step forward, but my knees buckled, forcing me to the ground. The rubble poked and tore into the indents in my stomach. I screamed out in pain, only to choke out thick red crimson wine that poured from my mouth. I tried to scream out for help, to scream his name, but only hoarse noises came out. I began choking and crying.
Please don’t let me die here, not like this, I thought to myself. I tried to force myself up, but the ground pulled me back down. I felt as if I was suffocating, air couldn't make it farther than my mouth. I continued trying to scream out his name, hoping he could hear me. My fingers kept dragging me across the rocks and the rusted train tracks. After what seemed like an eternity, my body stopped moving, worn and tired, not wanting to go any farther. I rolled myself over, giving out faint wheezes. I opened my mouth, letting the taste of my copper blood and the salt of tears mix together.
“Steven…please…”
I was forcing myself to live, making my heart beat, my lungs breath. I refused to fall asleep, not letting my eyes closer longer than a second. I pushed my body to make it till he came. No matter how hard I fought, my body fought back harder to sleep, to just give up. It felt like someone was pushing my eyelids closed. My breathing became shallow.
Every time my eyes shut, I saw Steven and me, all the things we had been through to keep each other alive and to be together. I knew that all of that was going to be for nothing in a few fatal minutes. My heart wanted me to fight with everything left in me, I tried, but my body just couldn't handle it. As I laid there, my vision becoming blurry and fading, I felt a single tear fall down my cheek. I knew that at that point, in my last tear, was the last of the will power I had to keep living. I faded away, only having the remembrance of certain noises filling my ears: my heart beating its final beat and footsteps racing towards me.
Red liquid stained my shirt, devouring it as if the bloods life depended on it. My hands shakily went to my torso. I looked up to the end of the tunnel, seeing sunlight and a few shadows pass by the opening. I tried to take a step forward, but my knees buckled, forcing me to the ground. The rubble poked and tore into the indents in my stomach. I screamed out in pain, only to choke out thick red crimson wine that poured from my mouth. I tried to scream out for help, to scream his name, but only hoarse noises came out. I began choking and crying.
Please don’t let me die here, not like this, I thought to myself. I tried to force myself up, but the ground pulled me back down. I felt as if I was suffocating, air couldn't make it farther than my mouth. I continued trying to scream out his name, hoping he could hear me. My fingers kept dragging me across the rocks and the rusted train tracks. After what seemed like an eternity, my body stopped moving, worn and tired, not wanting to go any farther. I rolled myself over, giving out faint wheezes. I opened my mouth, letting the taste of my copper blood and the salt of tears mix together.
“Steven…please…”
I was forcing myself to live, making my heart beat, my lungs breath. I refused to fall asleep, not letting my eyes closer longer than a second. I pushed my body to make it till he came. No matter how hard I fought, my body fought back harder to sleep, to just give up. It felt like someone was pushing my eyelids closed. My breathing became shallow.
Every time my eyes shut, I saw Steven and me, all the things we had been through to keep each other alive and to be together. I knew that all of that was going to be for nothing in a few fatal minutes. My heart wanted me to fight with everything left in me, I tried, but my body just couldn't handle it. As I laid there, my vision becoming blurry and fading, I felt a single tear fall down my cheek. I knew that at that point, in my last tear, was the last of the will power I had to keep living. I faded away, only having the remembrance of certain noises filling my ears: my heart beating its final beat and footsteps racing towards me.
