The footsteps are resounding.....as they taper off
The trip down the stairs was intensified by the metal door.....
Disoriented I stagger to a stand.....
The warmth of the blood drips down my face
The saltiness of it....increases the anger
This is no stranger, but someone that should be trusted
Running into the yard I backtrack
Open the basement door hatch and crumble to the floor
2 minutes
I run up to the room that was mines for so long grabbing items that I can't really distinguish
Hoping I am as silent as I have been for so long
My heart rate won't slow and the adrenaline still has me feeling no pain
Back at the hatch
Into the night......
Running.......................................
Breath labored, chest hurts
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