The sky is blank
"RUN RUN RUN AND DON'T YOU DARE TURN YOUR BACK", The last words I remember catching before everything faded away. 10 years. 10 freaking years! That's how long they've had held me captive. I knew it when I had joined the army. I knew this was going to be a one-way ticket. "No one comes back from the war my son. Well, not in their entirety," my uncle had said. But I wasn't about to fiddle. My country needed me. Pride over prime, the motto we used to live by. To be honest, I was surprised that I could even run. A decade of solitary confinement is ought to rot your muscles. Though they failed to crumble my will. I ran like a loose hound—my prey being freedom. The land under my feet was far from being firm. It felt like hopping on a water bed. After hours of sprinting, which later turned into me dragging my feet to just somehow maintain my upright positioning, I couldn't keep it up anymore. I was sure I had left the guards baffled. But I also knew ...