Running from a Heartache:

~~~Inspired by the Art of laceratedwrists~~~

I stumble on the uneven cobblestones as I run, blind with tears. I run with a desperateness I have never known before and yet it seems my running away is in vain. Stumbling once again I fall heavily onto the ground and scream as the pain engulfs me like a hot, heavy, smothering cloak. My heart weeps silently with me, its rhythms disturbed by the violent fire that burns through my veins, melting me from the inside. With great effort I push myself up onto my hands and knees; gasping for breath as the hot pain continues to ravage my body. With an anguished cry I am once again upon my feet and running. I can hear his bitter laughter chasing me and I know that if I do not get I away I will suffer the heartache he has inflicted upon me forever. My heart thumps in time to my footsteps that echo across the wet and dirty streets. In the distance I see great stone gates that tower so high I could almost believe they were made by giants. As I reach them his laughter turns to outrage. I push my body between the tall ice cold bars that had kept me from escape for so many years. My body cries in protest as I squeeze through the prison like bars and fall onto hard stone steps, decorated with small pillars of the same material. With a gasp I look out to a world so full of light and colour I am momentarily blind. I turn to look behind and see his outraged face, his screams reaching me even in my haven. Closing my eyes I wait for the inevitable pain. After a moment of peace I open my eyes once more. A shout of joy passes through my lips as I realise what I have accomplished. I have run from Heartache and won. A soft wind caresses my face, my charcoal black dress billowing out like a storm cloud. My heart feels so light and free I could laugh. Bit by bit I fade into my new world, flying away from the darkness and pain that had kept me prisoner for so long.