Anywhere You Run 소설 & 이야기

I continue running. I'm not even sure where. My mind has completely taken over my body. I'm no longer in control. It's as though my mind went into a protection mode. It's trying to get me far away from anything that could hurt me. I can barely see, my vision has become blurred from my tears. Without thinking I run into the street.

Gigi In the middle of the empty street, as i continue to run and those men chase me, I find myself completely vulnerable at this moment. I want to get rid of them, escape them and every passing second they are approaching closer and closer. My breaths are high, there is no energy left in my body and running barefoot I also get pricked by something on the road. With a hiss, i suddenly fall onto the ground, panting hard.

< Nina > I just keep running. I don’t know why I just keep running. Even though Clarence and his friends never attempt a cat-and-mouse chase. Even though Clarence intentionally let me escape, even though I knew deep down that what he did was a scare tactic. But despite that, I run. I don’t know where I am going. I just run straight without stopping. Curious passersby stare at me with wonder and sometimes I almost got hit by approaching cyclists. A few quick apologies here and there if I bump someone but I don’t stop.

My feet are numb. I feel so tired, and I'm bruised all over. I've been running for more than an hour, but it seems that this forest has no end. Where am I? It's dark and dense. I wanted to rest but a voice inside me echoed in my ears to keep on running. But why? Why do I have to run?

I get closer, squinting to see if there’s a lock. There isn’t. Another tiny win. No time to think now. I bolt. The sharp pain in my feet vanishes as adrenaline takes over. Every step slaps hard against the gravel, but I don’t care. I just run. Faster than I thought I could in this dress, arms pumping, breath ragged. Every part of me screams for freedom. Ten feet from the gate. Then five. Almost there. “Where do you think you’re going?”

I hit the sidewalk that leads home, and each sound my sneakers make creates an echo along the pavement. Power, adrenaline, or whatever it is charging through me as I dare to race with the wind. Running is my flow, the way my spirit always chooses to fly. It's my freedom, the only true moment my demon stays at a distance, a little moment of unchained happiness. A certain warmness embodies me as soon as the blue roof of my house stands out to me in the distance, the rays of the sun hitting my window almost reflecting on the chain around my neck.

I could shit on my pants right now. "This is where you die. You have nowhere to run." She says. I don't think she's capping. She means every word.

The front door looms ahead. Suddenly, someone steps in front of me. I crash into their chest and fall onto the ground. Here's the thing about running: it doesn't matter if you're the fastest person in the world. You can't go forever.

I certainly am not the She you want to be asking that question. Running: the only thing that keeps me sane nowadays, the only time I actually begin to feel complete. When I am sprinting, I am well aware of the fact that the next probable collision will only be between me and the ground. That is safer than anything I can ask for. Running, till my lungs are heaving, ready to give out and my knees feels like jellyfish.

Instead of waking anybody, I just jumped out my open window. Once my paws touch the ground, it feels amazing. I just take off with no care and I run as fast as I can. My heart is pumping faster and faster, feeling so exhilarating. Trying not to think of anything and just run. Clearing my head of everything trying to just think of absolutely nothing, Clearing my head of everything trying to just think of absolutely nothing.