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Friday, August 05, 2005♥
Flight ♥ 11:49 AM


Flight

"Hurry Bitch!" whispered Marilyn. I looked out of my cell window from a distance. I could see and feel the bitter, harsh and strong wond. I climbed to reach the window. I saw the metal grills lying among the soft and white snow. I hesitated. Knowing of the consequences, I stubbornly took my flight.

"Catch this!" I raised my head and before i could see anything, two large, brown blankets landed on my face.

"The city looked dead!" I said.

"Well, what do you expect? It's snowing!" replied Marilyn. We went inside a convenient store. We looted and ran away. We could hear the screams and shouts of the store owner as we ran. We hid at the back of the beer bar's alley. We settled there for the night.

We woke up in the early morning only to discover three drunkards lying by the alley not far from us. They were sleeping soundly with think winter coats. Thick winter coats were like gold dust to us at that point of time. We took out the winter coats and pick our way out of the alley. As we were walking, the daily papers had just hit the newspaper stands. Our hearts were in our mouth when we saw the newspaper's headlines " TWO TEENAGE PRISONERS ESCAPED"

We quickened our footsteps upon reading it. "We are wanted! wanted criminals!" I thought before breakinginto a run. We spent the rest of the days roaming around the streets, sleeping along the streets, looting and searching for food in rubbish bins. Our hands, soles of our feet and face were full of frostbites. Our skin tore and we were weak all over. It just felt like we were dying.

I woke up the one day and found Marilyn missing. I wad too weak to move. Suddenly, I heard loud sirens surrounding the area. I tried to run but I could not despite my determination. I was too weak. I closed my eyes and I could hear the sounds of marching boots. The sound grew louder as I counted every second. My flight was about to end.

**this was written some time back.. there's a significance to it.. deep meaning.. =)


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