|You Ran On (standard:other, 487 words)|
|Author: Craven||Added: Nov 29 2003||Views/Reads: 1763/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This is my attempt at a second person story. It's simply about a cross country runner.|
You sprinted. Your feet carrying you over the long grass and bramble that grew in the forest. Tall, thick trees stood in every direction only allowing you fifty or so metres before you could see no further. The tree branches hung from above preventing little sunlight from shining down on you. Yet you ran on. Your legs must have hurt. Keeping this up for what seemed forever. Your body pumping the lactic acid into your muscles telling you to stop but you would not give in to the pain. How much longer would you be able to keep this up? But you could not give up. That was just not an option. Too much depended on this. It all rode on your shoulders. So you pushed harder and ran faster through the woodland. I was so amazed by what you were putting yourself through. To run for as fast as you could while still being careful enough not to trip up on the underbrush. The amount of training and effort you had put into yourself just for this moment. You could win, you knew you could. All you had to do was believe. Believe and anything is possible. You always liked to say that. It was one of your favourites. You saw then. Your goal. The clearing in the woods. You were almost there. The finish was only a hundred metres away at the most. And you were going to be first. Then you spotted her. Another runner was coming from the right and racing to the finish. She was only just in front. Were this last bit of power came from I don't know but you pushed yourself ever harder and slowly you gained on this woman. You made the clearing at the same moment as your opponent. You both made for the end and as you two crossed the finish it was clear who was the victor. Your disappointment was obvious but that did not stop you from congratulating the winner. You had lost this time. But you said that there would be a next time. Next time you would win but then- * * * The man stopped talking. He turned to the bed he sat by, where the figure lay motionless. It was a girl. Hooked up to a machine that kept her alive. Stopping her from being taken away from this world. She had been a good cross-country runner. She could have, maybe, been the best. Granted she was still young but that did not matter any more. A ride on the back of a motorbike had seen to that. Now she laid in a coma in which she would never come out of, that's what the doctors said. There was no hope for her now. The man stood. Tears ran down his face and he watched as the nurse turned the machine off which had been keeping his only daughter alive Tweet
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