Almost free.

I try to get away but my chest hurts so much. My breath comes fast and hard as I run through the trees. I look back again. I can hear the footsteps but I cannot see the figure.

It feels like my soul is burning and I'm finally coming towards the light. I'm almost free. No longer a captive of the maniacs that call themselves gods.

I'm almost free.

But the blood pouring from me is making my legs shake. My throat constricts and I choke on the metallic taste.

I was almost free.

But they reached me.