Run

I ran, the tree branches smacking against my face. I ran until my chest hurt. I ran till I almost couldn't breathe. I ran until I felt like I needed to vomit. That's when I stopped. I turned and looked behind me, made sure he wasn't following me. _shit!_ I thought to myself, _shit shit shit_ I heard the crinkling of leaves as the footsteps followed me. I started to run, but stumbled, landing on my face and sliding a foot or two in the dry brown leaves. A cracking noise. A bullet lands on the ground next to me. I start to push myself away, unable to even stand. "Give me the key," his voice rang through the trees like a bell in a sanctuary,"give me the key. Or, I will kill you." Who was I kidding? This key wasn't worth it, I could just steal it back some other time. I stood up. This key wasn't worth dying for. I raised my hand. Nothing is worth dying for. I am the pistol. But some things.... Some things are worth killing for.