I ran.

My feet slapped the ground as I moved, faster and faster. Rain made the ground slick, causing my feet to slip. My hand shot out, catching myself before I hit the cold, black asphalt. A throbbing overtook my right wrist and I could feel warm blood soaking my snow white hand where I had skinned it. Voices boomed behind me, making my heart jump out of my chest. Up ahead I saw the entry way of an alley. Ignoring my labored breathing and the pain that overtook my right arm, I boosted my speed.

Just as I was about to pass the alley, I turned sharply to my left. For a moment their voices were blocked. Then they started to get louder, sounding more like thunder then men. My backpack thumped up and down on my back, sending jolts of pain as something sharp hits my back with step. I see a fence up ahead and smile, knowing I could make the jump in my sleep. That fence symbolized something, It symbolized the difference between freedom and slavery. The fence was now less then fifty feet away. In five seconds, it was twenty feet away. That was my cue. I prepared myself, gathering my thoughts.

I jumped.

Wind whipped my hair.

Gunshots sounded in the night.

Pain overtook my leg.

Bullets flew past me, trying to reach its target.

My shirt caught on the top of the fence.

I landed in a heap on the other side.

The last thing I thought of before the pain caused me to blackout was :

I was free