Run
May 28, 2010, 7:36 PM
Escaping from her pointless dream, she stared up the ceiling letting her mind wander off. Every breath she took, left her chest pounding in pain, her head hammering repeatedly like a jackhammer. She let herself fall onto the ground, tears once again falling down her cheeks. Her tears would not stop, they kept flowing endlessly. Being alone... always leave her thinking about questions. Questioning herself, questioning life itself. Living this far in life, did it really mean something? Living this far in life, will she live long enough to answer the only question she had always had? Taking deep breath, she glanced towards her right; she knew she’d always end up in this same place, a room with no windows. She monitored the machine just nearby, she blankly stared at the red light on it, then slowly examined the faint red light on a clip attached on her forefinger. At this rate, her mood will always stay down low, unhappy. This prison, it keeps her alive, but also kills her emotions and her soul. What it takes to free her from this prison, it’s almost impossible to obtain. Her only solution: run, keep running while hoping life would end itself rather quickly. Her motivation to keep her running: happiness. Waiting patiently for the nurse to return, her train of thoughts fast-forward to the last week, this current week that is almost ending. This whole week, she tried to look for an answer to the reason why she felt upset. Still, there is no answer. This pain, not knowing what's causing it, is it really worth enduring? When will time run out and finally free her?
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