Shattered Mirror

Panting... That was what could be heard in the dead silence of this deadly night as two feeble legs tried to carry the weight of a fragile body. The heavy red bridal dress she was forced to wear weighed more than what her frail body could take. These were not clothes. These were shroud to her funeral. She kept pushing herself despite the weakness and dizziness that started to cloud her mind and eyes. She needed to escape before they catch up and drag her back to the same hell she was trying to ditch. "She went that way. Hurry! We cannot let her cross the border. If she did then God forbid, what is waiting for us." Their voices sent a chill of fresh fear down her spine. She knew what her incarceration will bring. So, she pushed herself to the last of her vehemence.
