The escape

He shut the door behind him as hard as he could, with all of the strength in his body, it was about time. After all these years, he finally listened to his heart; he was tired. He'd had enough. He felt his feet lifting and landing, his legs moving forward like they had minds of their own, like they were thanking him for allowing them to let loose, to escape. The dark, full clouds above him released rain, all at once, hard and rapid, as though they felt his pain. His sorrow. He felt the raindrops pouring down on him, his pants getting heavier and heavier, but his legs still moving as fast as lightning.Thunder followed. He closed his eyes and released the teardrops that he'd held in for so long, he felt as though his teardrops overpowered the amount of rain that was pouring up above him. He felt as though he was going to drown in his own tears. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew that anywhere would be better than where he had just escaped from, anywhere. Suddenly, he was angry. Angry. Tired. Upset. His legs finally gave up on him, he dropped to his knees and lay his forehead on the hard, wet cement floor. He was breathing rapidly, trying to catch up with his breath. Suddenly, he looked up, tears still pouring down from his face, mixing in with the rain. 

"GOD, answer me. Answer me if you're up there God. Why me. You put me into this shit, now get me out of it," he bellowed, "Please just get me out of it."

Amir didn't like feeling sorry for himself. He located a sturdy tree and lay his back against it, a good resting place until he found somewhere warm to sleep. He was used to long, cold nights. And he felt safe. He knew he'd made it far enough to where they couldn't catch him. 

He felt his eyes shutting, slowly, and didn't know whether he wanted them to ever open again or not.