My Mom was crying hysterically and shouting “No, no, no.” over and over again. I couldn’t respond and tell her that everything was going to be fine, that I was going to make it and she shouldn’t worry, I was too busy running for my life.
I was trying my best to escape, but as I reached the neighbour’s house I realised I ran into a dead end. Too late, I couldn’t turn around any more. There was no time. I was trapped.
“They got me.” I said before I choked.
That was it. My knees were caving in and I fell down on the ground. It felt as if my body had sent a signal to my legs to finally give up and surrender.
I was quickly typing one last message in my phone and hit send: Mom, I love you.
And then I let go. I dropped the phone.
I could hear her crying and screaming through the phone: “Please, no. Please, no!”.
Here they came – BANG.
This fragment of a story is part of the project Daily Dispatch.
I am no story writer, however I am an amateur, who wants to write and learn more about how to write stories. Continuing my journey to become better day by day.
About the story:
This is the second fragment of the story, it was another dream continuing the story. I don’t know if there is more to come, however I find it quite exciting to keep dreaming about the same story.
More to come,