I ran across the barren woods. Branches from the eery trees seemed to gather around me as my feet swiftly touched and lost the ground. "Run!" The only thing that settled inside my mind. Over and over again I thought the same thing. I felt a sharp pain on my left cheek. Blood, I could feel the sharpness, then I could taste the iron. When I was wrongfully blamed for a crime I didn't commit, they hated me. I don't even know how I could have killed them. I was framed... Why? Why? Why?! How could they? WHY WOULD I MURDER THEM! Those kids in my classroom... they were my friends... I wouldn't...
But it doesn't matter, I had to run, or face death. To choose death was insane. I had a chance... I could do it.I could hear guards behind me. Only barely, I could tell they've done this before. They didn't want me to hear the footsteps of their execution items. I could stop, It could all be over... I could fall back and it wouldn't matter. The ones who loved me are dead... and I'm blamed for their death. I could feel the cold tears that ran down my cheek and into my mouth. It tasted... like blood.
I stopped running.
I could hear the gunshot.
I could feel the pain.
I can see the light now...
Texte: I don't really care
Bildmaterialien: Google Images
Lektorat: My tiny eyes
Übersetzung: My enormous brain
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 09.05.2013
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Dedication to all those who have being wrongfully accused. There will be a light to all choices you make, a light for the choice that is yours. It's your job to grasp your own.