WriterzBlock

  My heart is beating faster than it has ever done. My body is filled with adrenaline as I turn to one of the many allies on the street.  The only thing running through my mind at this moment is "don’t get caught" . I can hear the man’s heavy panting getting closer with every step he takes. He’s shouting for me to stop. I can’t because stopping would mean death for me. A metal fence blocks me from running to the next alley. One would pause to think of their next move. I unfortunately have no time for that. I climb up the fence as fast as I can.   The blood on my hands adding more difficulty to the task. I slip a few times but manage to jump to the other side before he reaches me. We make brief eye contact before I sprint down the alley again. I saw the desperation in his eyes. Him wanting to get to me, but couldn’t. I hear the man shout “I’m not going to hurt you!”. I don’t believe those words. They are never true. Never true when he’d get mad at me for not doing...

A freeing feeling, a feeling that the world and its people don't matter anymore, but only you and that moment do. That is what I felt when my feet lifted off the ground. I had been crying for a long time now. Praying to the universe, to anyone listening for a glimpse of happiness and peace. I thought my prayers would never be answered because what I asked for seemed far from reach.  Though this day felt different. I was hopeful. My mind in a way knew the universe would pay special attention to me. It didn't come as a surprise to me when my body lifted up. The excitement I felt as I ascended into the air and happily glided over the bright blue sea grew. I was alive and I was flying. I did not dare to think why that was the case, because I feared whatever spell was cast would slowly fade. Tears filled my eyes, a bubble of laughter escaped from my mouth. It took me awhile to realize that I was truly happy. I was free. Flying through the vast ocean. I had forgotten my worries.  Th...

The ocean seems peaceful today. With the sun shining bright in this warm summer weather. Even the sand feels good under my hands and feet. Everyone around me seems to be enjoying themselves. I should be doing the same. I should be dipping my toes in the water or enjoying an ice-cream sundae at one of the restaurants, while I read my favourite book. There are so many things I could be doing, but the only thing that seems to be compelling me is the urge to sit on this hot sand and reminisce. Reminisce about the experiences I once had. Experiences I should still be having but were ripped from my hands so swiftly that it took me so long to grasp what had happened. The crumpled piece of paper in my hand is the only thing that seems to connect me to it all. “I miss you. I miss you every single day that goes by, but it seems the only thing I can do is patiently wait for you to pick up your phone, while I hum to the phone's tune. It never happens though, you never do pick up, I don’t expec...