Fiction
February 18th, 2011, 04:20 PM
Thought i'd share this. Started writing it nearly two weeks ago, but it was kinda not nice to remember. Finally finished it though. Sorry at times it becomes a little less poetic and more rantish, but I kinda got carried away by the memories. So yeah everything in this is true. Any feedback on the writing will be appreciated so much :)
There was only one thing that kept me going.
Weaving in and out of the bleak hospital corridors.
Tears fell down my face as I sped up.
Nobody looked.
Nobody cared.
The light at the end of the tunnel.
A door to the outside world.
I ran faster, and faster.
Desperate to reach it.
Nothing could get in my way.
As I ran into the light.
A sense of freedom.
A sense of freedom i'd never felt before,
If only because I no longer cared.
I could live.
I could die.
What did it matter?
The air was cool on my face after the hospital wards.
I ran, exhausting my lungs.
But I couldn't stop.
I wouldn't stop.
I had to keep running away from my life,
from myself.
From the fucking mess I had become.
I was aware I was talking.
Shouting at myself.
I knew I was a mess.
I knew this had to be the end.
I wouldn't go back.
I saw the strange looks,
The people crossing to the other side of the road.
Just the insane girl,
She didn't matter.
Accross roads I ran, not caring.
Hoping the cars would hit me,
And end it.
I couldn't do this.
I paced, up and down.
Hiding behind the buildings.
But I could still see the hospital.
I had to get away.
I saw them laughing at me.
I saw them fucking laughing at me.
I could have done anything at that point.
The brambles caught my jacket.
I fought to get free.
Just like I fought to get free from myself.
"We need to talk".
The messages on my phone appeared one by one.
"Come back Katherine"
"Come back"
"They've called the police."
There was only one thing that kept me going.
Weaving in and out of the bleak hospital corridors.
Tears fell down my face as I sped up.
Nobody looked.
Nobody cared.
The light at the end of the tunnel.
A door to the outside world.
I ran faster, and faster.
Desperate to reach it.
Nothing could get in my way.
As I ran into the light.
A sense of freedom.
A sense of freedom i'd never felt before,
If only because I no longer cared.
I could live.
I could die.
What did it matter?
The air was cool on my face after the hospital wards.
I ran, exhausting my lungs.
But I couldn't stop.
I wouldn't stop.
I had to keep running away from my life,
from myself.
From the fucking mess I had become.
I was aware I was talking.
Shouting at myself.
I knew I was a mess.
I knew this had to be the end.
I wouldn't go back.
I saw the strange looks,
The people crossing to the other side of the road.
Just the insane girl,
She didn't matter.
Accross roads I ran, not caring.
Hoping the cars would hit me,
And end it.
I couldn't do this.
I paced, up and down.
Hiding behind the buildings.
But I could still see the hospital.
I had to get away.
I saw them laughing at me.
I saw them fucking laughing at me.
I could have done anything at that point.
The brambles caught my jacket.
I fought to get free.
Just like I fought to get free from myself.
"We need to talk".
The messages on my phone appeared one by one.
"Come back Katherine"
"Come back"
"They've called the police."