On The Run: A Short Story

On The Run
The red dust flew into my already watery eyes, as the hot sun scorched down upon my burnt and darkened skin. I could taste the sweat pouring down my face. I continued to run through the pain, lifting what now felt like my incredibly heavy legs I sprinted for my life. My heart’s pounding echoed throughout my body as I breathed heavily. I didn’t know where I was running to but I continued to pump my legs, mindlessly placing one foot in front of the other. It didn’t seem to matter where I was heading as long as it was out of the reach of those white devils and that tracker. I couldn’t understand why they wanted me so badly? Why they wanted to take me away from my family, where I was happy! Is it because of who I am? Does the colour of my skin really defy who I …show more content…
It was only now that I had noticed how far behind I was compared to Lucy and Lily. I could hear the tracker’s horse’s feet closing in behind me, but the sound of the rusty engine roaring was closer. I knew I was far too slow and I would soon be in the hands of either the tracker or those evil white men. My heart sank lower than it ever had before as I watched the rusty, dusty, white four-wheel drive surpass me and screech to a halt almost directly in front of me. I turned quickly and tried to run in the opposite direction back home. The blisters forming on my hard, bare feet were agonising as I continued to run to my body’s limit. I was stopped once again though, as the tracker and his horse stood in my way. Before I could turn to run in the opposite direction again, I felt the hot breath of the white man on the back of my neck and a set of hot, sweaty hands grab my shoulders from behind and pick up my small body off of the hard, rocky earth. I looked in the man’s eyes and saw no glimmer of hope as I realised that the chase was now over and I had been caught. Panic kicked in as I began screaming and crying, hitting the man anywhere I could, demanding he let me go! To let me go back home