Don’t Cry


Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

The darkness surrounds me, and weeds and vines tangle at my feet like snakes. They grow up to my waist, and I rip them out of my way. My bare feet bleed and throb because of the thorns and rocks.

I grit my teeth as the tears form in my eyes. The pain is great, and my heart pounds so hard that my whole body shakes with the beating. I can’t hear.

Nothing more than my lung’s feeble attempts to swallow the air and the blood that rushes through me like poison.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

I angrily wipe my eyes even as the nettles and brush tear at my flesh. Trees weave around me as fence posts and barriers. They watch from their view in the sky.

My eyes continue to burn, but I swallow whatever cries rise in my throat.
I am the wind that rips at my hair, for the wind cannot be caught even if it loses the race. Nothing can catch me. Nothing can touch me.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

I scream the command in my mind.

If I cry, then my vision will be blurred. If my vision becomes blurred. I will not be able to see. If I cannot see, I will fall, and if I fall, they will catch me.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

The frigid wind livens my blood. Moonlight filters through the leaves chasing away the darkness. I feel hope swirl in my limbs as the air finally circulates with my blood, but then it vanishes.

I hear it.

Behind me.

Dead leaves and fallen limbs cracking and being crushed.

A heavy pounding against the cold earth.

Footsteps faster than my own.

Heavy boots with no care for masking their sound.

Heavy boots getting closer.

I gasp in the air, but it chokes me because the helpless sobs have already risen in my throat.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

I rip at the air with my arms and my fingers thinking that if I could just grasp it, I could pull myself farther ahead, or if I simply held onto it, it could carry me away.

I can feel them now. Just a breath away.

Whimpers escape my throat.

I am so close! So close…

The edge of the forest is just right there. If I could only extend my hand such a length.

Tears cloud my vision. I will never make it. Twin pillars of breath rise into the sky, and I know only one belongs to me.

I grit my teeth and press myself forward. Despite what tears at me, I rip through it. My determination becomes audible with every rock and bump I hit.

But I won’t be caught.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

I reach my hands out. I can see it. The mark where the briars turn to fields of gold.

Desperation clings to that fragile string of hope. I close my eyes and jump with all my might.

For a single moment, I flew as the wind. The cold, uncaring, untouchable wind.

And it was during this moment of flight that I felt a cold, leathery hand coil its fingers around my arm. It took less than a moment to realize as my flight suddenly turned backwards, but I could only manage a cry when more hands took hold of me and pinned me to the ground.

Don’t cry.

I whisper in my mind as the tears leave cold streaks in the race down my cheeks only to once again fill my eyes and blur what I see of the dark, expressionless faces.

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