Run (One Direction) [Watty Awards 2012]

Chapter Fifteen

 Louis

This is my fault.

I don't know who's still alive and who's dead back there, but I know this is my fault.

I keep limping away from the houses. The road is rough on my bare feet, but I just . . . I don't really care.

I could go back. I feel like I should go back.

But what good could I do?

Get myself killed.

I bet that would help.

Why don't these houses have neighbors? Apparently, they weren't planning for a huge attack on one of them, 'cause there's nobody around for ages.

So I'm stuck limping down the street, with no shoes on, for God knows how many kilometers.

I wish I had my mobile.

If they die, I'll never forgive myself.

I keep going for what feels like hours, but I know it hasn't been that long.

Every time I hear a noise, I think it's those men, following me.

I think it's a gunshot.

I hope it's Niall, or Harry, or Zayn, or Liam, or Callin, or Preston.

But I know it isn't.

It's like I can't stop walking. I just keep going, no matter what. I'll just walk, and walk, until I can't walk anymore. And then I'll collapse on the side of the road.

I'll die out here.

A car flies by me, heading the other direction. It doesn't stop.

It's stupid to hope that it will, but I can't help it.

My crutch misses the next step, and I fall.

I don't have the energy to get back up.

I don't have the will to get back up.

So I just close my eyes and hope that it'll be over soon.

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“What the hell?”

“It's a kid.”

“What's he doing on the side of the highway?”