My feet slightly sound like thunder, and softly swish the grass as I come to a running stop in tall, waving, soft grass. I lay down, sore and exhausted, and feel the adrenaline pumping through my chest and into my heart.

It's hard to believe that in just a few hours I had been raped, mugged, drugged, beaten, thrown from a plane, and near death so many times. I lay my throbbing head on the soft dirt and look at the bugs crawling through it. I moan in pain and then I roll over, after catching my breath and get up, I need shelter and help. I need to find someone.

They will likely circle around or have someone close to watch. Everything on the horizon takes away my hope, only trees and green fields stretching as far as the eye can see.

As if my body knows, my adrenaline must have kicked off because I feel every bruise, cut and, bump on me. The pain overall was a little more than intense, and I begin to look over myself.

I knew my nose must be on it's way to being broken, I had bite marks on my thighs as well as on my chest and shoulders. My arms and stomach are badly bruised, and my feet are beyond cut.

My back aches, and is in extreme pain, as if I had been stabbed, but I can't see it. Now I know why they beat me, so that I had no chance whatsoever of walking away from this, try as I might.

My neck must have hand prints on it, because it is tender and hurts to swallow. There are too many injuries for me to count, so instead of continuing, I look at the parachute and unhitch it, and try to make sandals and a dress. I rip the chute from the bag, and use the strings to tie it around me, and tie the straps of the bag to my feet as shoes.

It's crudely put together but I have nothing else, so I take the pin from the chute, and snap it in half, after three tries. I then stick one on each foot to pin the straps on my feet together with fabric so they won't fall off.

Next I look left and to my right, and see the sun not at its peak, but looks like it has been setting. So I take it that is west, and I travel right, towards the sun. I trek miles, and it takes ages, and still haven't come across a living soul.

I take another break and sit in the grass. I sigh, my "sandals" are already long gone, and my feet throb terribly. My "dress" is ripping and slipping, and I must look like a train wreck! I lay down and close my eyes, just for a moment, I think to myself before I fall into a deep sleep.

I wake up hours later and curse myself because I lost precious daylight hours and realize I had fallen asleep. I can't find the courage to get up, but I know I will doze off again if I don't, but continue to sit and slightly doze off.

I almost fall asleep again, but the sound of....hooves? wake me, and I jolt upright. I instantly shoot to my feet, and regret it as pain washes over me in waves-heart thundering louder in my chest as each second passes, as adrenaline fills my veins.

I look around, squint, and find two horses in the near distance with what looks like cowboys atop them. They found me! I silently scream into my head, I fall back onto my heels, kneeling in the tall grass to conceal myself and wait. I put my hands on my face, at how close I was, and feel hot tears threatening to spill and rack my body with sobs.

No, I think, I will not resort to crying and being weak. I will be strong. I swing my hands to my sides and touch the ground and stay crouched as they near, the ground shuddering and vibrating when each hoof beats the hillside. They start to become softer, but louder, and I know they have found me. I shoot to a standing position and nearly topple over from dizziness.

I was surprised to find that my ears betrayed me, and the horses were still a good few yards away. They appear to be surprised too since their horses reared and their nostrils flared. The men gasp loudly, as in great surprise, and the younger of the two, leaned out over the front of his horse and shouted, "Miss, are you okay? You seem a bit at a loss."

I realized it was directed at me, and my new fear of men made me step back involuntarily. They exchange a look at one another, and urge their horses forward gently. That's when I snapped and I fled, turning on my heel so quickly that it kicked up dirt.

I ran in fear, and didn't even stop when I knew I couldn't outrun a horse, let alone a man being in my condition. They start to whip their horses and chase me, I ran so hard that it felt like my heart would explode, and my chest would cave in.

"Ya! Ya! Faster boy!" The men on the horses shouted. "Hey, wait! We won't hurt you! Please stop running!" Like I haven't heard that before, I tell myself.

As the younger, taller man says this, I almost do stop. If it hadn't been that I got kidnapped, and sent to my death, not to mention violated in ten different ways-by men-as men capable of saving me stood by not helping me.

I continue to try and outrun their horses, which won't happen so, I still cling to false hope-after all that's all I ever had. No matter how little and unsteady it was, and I watched behind me as they gained speed and were almost to me.

When I finally look forward again, it happens. The hole came out of nowhere, and I pay the price. My feet try to step but I end up falling into a hole, just big enough for a foot to get stuck in. Of course! I silently curse myself, with my foot stuck, I fall on my face and scramble to get my foot out of the hole.

Horses, beautiful paints, were sweating and were breathing deeply beside me. They came to a stand still, and stood at my sides. There was a jangle, and a thud when the taller man jumped off of his horse, and slipped out of the stirrups.

I cringe when his feet hit the ground and his pants rustle as he walks towards me. I fear men now, like kids fear the boogeyman, and like a fly fears a spiderweb.

I am slick with sweat, and I suddenly pull my foot out of the hole with a horrible sucking sound. I grip the grass and my "dress" and try to stand. I try to put weight on that ankle, but cry out in anguish as I tumble back down.

I can't walk on it that pain is just so intense, and any shard of hope, no matter how small, had been, right there, taken from me. I can't help my weakened state and I cry, I don't care that it is in front of two complete strangers, but I cry in my parachute dress, and broken body.
I cry for everything in my life I could have done, but now won't get the chance.