I was running. I was running, not looking back. My legs were on auto -pilot. My hard breath was a hum in my ears, echoing on forever.
"You there! Stop!"
"Get her!"
But I wasn't going to stop. I wasn't about to slow.
Another corner, another fence, another officer at the end of the road. I changed direction, just like I had been doing for the past hour. Surviving.
The cobblestone streets were hard on my bare feet, and the wind caught my hair and my white satin dress. Finally, the border. I grabbed the barbed wire and tore through it, staining my dress red. Blood ran into my eye. I kept running.
Next was the wall. Hoping my feet would somewhat stick, I stuck my hands into the cracks and began to climb. One bullet bounced off the wall beside me, two. Only six feet more to go. Another bullet, three inches from my head. Two feet. One. Then, I jumped into freedom.
