BLOOD LEGACIES

I ran out of the house fast on my feet as I followed the blood trail. My ears still ranged from the gunshot earlier, but I was already used to that noise. I can’t concentrate on any else, only the sound of my fast movement and my panting breath sufficed the area, my flashlight on the blood trail I followed from the back of the house.

It was still fresh, and the trails of the footprint hadn’t been blown by the wind yet, which could only mean that Emma was close.

Please god... let her be alive, from the amount of panting I felt like I might pass out from out of breath, the only thing keeping me going were my thoughts, my body wants to give out from the amount of panic but I couldn’t let it, my legs ache when they shouldn’t and giving off that sleeping sensation but I didn’t let it.

I didn’t let my collapsing lungs stop me either, I didn’t let my weight drag me and I certainly did not let the tears on the verge of spilling from my eyes stop my movement.

I have to keep going.

I have to find my sister.

I tripped... hard, my body rolling over from the sudden force, growling as each impact to the ground caused me to be out of breath. The spin didn’t stop, it didn’t stop which could only mean that I was rolling from high ground.

The harsh tumble finally stopped but it caused me to hit my back on the bark of a tree, the discomfort shooting to my spine as I swallowed my own grunt of pain. I took harsh breaths unable to steady my vision, I could feel the cold liquid running from my head and the strong metallic smell filling my nose. My blood.

I wanted to get up but I was too weak... I shouldn’t be weak, I can’t afford to be, but it seems my own thoughts weren’t giving me enough strength as I hoped, I was caged within, and the only source of my strength was becoming my pending downfall.