The Chase/ The Capture

Reality Over Dreams - Part III

A terrible tremble shook the earth, and she is running. Running far and fast. Running for her life. She was breathing heavily, and gasped for the cold air. Then there's blood. She's bleeding; she could feel the warmth dripping down her skin to fall free on the riveted earth below. Her bare feet slapped against the dirt, as she gave one last sprint, then collapsed to the ground. She could hear it now. It's ever closer, and she closed her eyes in grim anticipation.

Silence filled the cavern, and the youth finally stirred. She found cracked bread at her feet, and broke it apart quickly, stuffing the pieces into her mouth. The pail was replenished, and she splashed the water down her dry throat. She stumbled on her hands and knees to find light, and could feel the faint whisper of air on her cheek. A tiny glimmer of hope formed in her heart, and she inched closer, scraping her shorn hands on the angles of rocks. A glass shard caught on her gown, and ripped the flesh of her thigh when she tried to wrench it free. She's almost there. She clasped her bleeding leg with her hands, the rope cutting deeper into her wrists. A low moan escaped her parched lips, and she toppled forward into the darkness.

Tanya LeeAnn