Perceived Lunacy

Dark, Cold, and Filled with Pain

I can feel the energy swelling in my thighs preparing to propel me forward. The handle of the spade is clutched tight in my hand, the edge is dull, but it’s better then nothing. I don’t know if the severity of the situation has registered in any of the orderlies’ heads yet, but it certainly has in mine. I’ve never killed anyone before, but when you’re forced to claw your way to freedom it doesn’t seem like a terrible deed especially when it’s a cured. In this moment I will be free. Not in life, but in death. I am ready to die free…
            The orderlies’ faces are all baring down on me until a sudden alarm blast rips through the air. It takes me a second to realize what is going on, but as all of the orderlies who were patrolling us turn their attention in the direction of wing B I realize the alarm is coming from that direction and whatever the source of it, it requires their full attention. They run off towards wing B leaving one or two distracted orderlies to guard the residence of wing A. I don’t know what has prompted the alarm, but I don’t care. I don’t know if it is vain or not, but I am again filled with the hope that I can make it to the wilds. I have a chance again.
            In one sudden burst I release the energy stored up in my legs and I am filled with excellent joy. At first the motion feels almost foreign, but I quickly regain the rhythm of running at full speed. The two orderlies jump into action almost immediately, but they are to slow to intercept me. I still have about a half mile to the tree line and my pursuers are hot on my trail, but I am free. Tears prickle my eyes half from joy and half from the wind created as I run. I am almost home.
            400 yards to the tree line, I feel like I’m ridding the wind
            300 yards, I can taste the ice cold water of the springs near my old homestead.
            200 yards, I can smell the crackling fire and the feast being cooked on it after a fresh income of supplies.
I will make it, I will.
            As I approach the tree line the lawn becomes less tended to and rocks and debris liter the landscape. My foot catches on a rock and I fall into the brush. One of the orderlies is too close behind and he is on top off me before I can get to my feet. He wraps himself around my legs. I kick and claw at the earth with desperate breath, but he holds firm. Turning over in one quick motion I jab the spade with all my force at his back. He erupts in a pained shriek, but doesn’t release my legs. I gro.pe for anything to save me and my hand lands on a rock. I bring it down hard on his head and his whole body goes limp releasing his grip on my legs. I stumble to my feet just in time to see two big military style jeeps catching up fast. I have to move. 100 more yards and I will have the cover of the trees.
            Loud pops begin to pollute the air, a sound I know to well, gunshots. A little further to the trees. A blue jay flies over head chirping loudly. I imagine briefly he his calling to me “you will make it, you are free.” He sings and I almost believe him. A hideous pain rips through my thigh like the twinge of a bee sting magnified to 1000%. I fall to the ground with a violent shriek only I never hit the ground. I just keep falling and falling until Smack! I hit what must be death. It’s dark and it’s cold and it’s filled with pain… it must be death.
P.S. this is not the end in cause it kind of seemed that way lol their will be more so keep reading!