Run Away Dreams

"Life is never easy for those who dream.”
-Robert James Waller


I don't know why I thought this, but I'm running away. It's too cold for my taste, and too cloudy. But I needed my best friend in on it,
and so she was.
I did not write a note, all I did was grabbed my necessities in a backpack and a large black and grey plaid coat. When I left, I was in a rush, but why? The family didn't know right at the hint of a full moon! Why?
I cut through my friend's building, she's ready.
"Grab a horse," I mumbled, pointing at the hitch post with two horses.
"Okay," She mounted a brown horse, I mounted the other.
We began riding aimlessely through the gates of base, and over the bridge and then through a long tunnel. We saw a light, and we followed it.
"Dani, why here?" My friend said, speaking over the galloping hooves.
"Because it's far away, has food, and has water, and best of all, has warmth and shelter. That's why." I spoke over the hooves too.
"Ok," We pulled tight back on the reins, and hitched both of our horses. I started walking to a tall two-story, but shanty, wooden building. A small community it was.
"Your new name is now Maybelle Luce Jones, I'm Kristen Elm Jones. Were sisters, and you let anyone know you 'ain't want to talk about d' past'. Okay?" I saw her mesmerize our names. The lights were coming from a campfire in the middle of a circle of tee-pee's and sleeping bags. We fell asleep beside eachother in a couple of bags.
As soon as we awoke, the cops were out. Looking for us.
"Yah! Yah!" Maybelle yelled. We jumped on our horses and ran west. We shook and shook our reins to go faster and faster.
"Maybe, I should go back for food Bella." I said, finding a nickname for the long name, slowing down with her.
"Kristen! Naw! You cannot, they'll end the pigs after us!" She moaned.
"I can get through it Bell, I swear, if they do, it won't be on you." I promised. She frowned and sped up trotting away while I stood there, then turned back to my home. "I can meet you at the Western Saloon down the road, kay?" I screamed, thankfully, she heard.

I crept into my home, everyone was in Ma's room, but nobody heard me come in. I hear mom weap. I hear dad patting her back, and my older sister rocking in the chair. I look in my room, wanting to scream.
I didn't.
I grabbed my stash of fresh lettuce and carrots in my backpack and this time put on a grey beanie to protect my ears. I walked out, but the door slammed on accident.
The sirens
went
haywire.
I trembled down the road, and getting on the black horse, I was pulled down. I shook off the hand on me and ran off without my horse. The cops still chased me, but this time, it was a fireman with a fire extinguisher. He blew it at me and it felt like foam but ice cold.
It didn't stop me.
I ran screaming, "Bell! Maybelle! Go!" Saying 'go' longer than I expected. I heard the indian agreement call, especially only my friend could do so loud and lively. I felt two hands pin me to the black asphalt.
It was no hero to do so, because it wasn't a fireman. It was a stranger.
The shadowed face man picked me up from my coat into the air, still holding me. I was panicking too much to care, but now the cops were gone? Damn pigs. The man suddenly whispered darkly, "Wake up, Wake up." And then a calmly motherly voice. "Wake up darling, I'm leaving to shop with dad and your sister. Go ahead, sleep." She patted my back, I was awake in reality. How can I sleep now?