He stared helplessly at his mother. A
piercing shiver electrified through his spine, and exploded in his brain. He
wanted to do so many things at once, he was paralysed. His attempts to call out
for help were but a whimper, as his lips seemed to be frozen shut. His
desperate attempts to lift his mothers head faltered, due to the numbness in
his hands. He wondered what could have possibly happened to her, how this could
have happened. He was so scared to lose his mother; although he was never
particularly in his home there was so much she did for him. He blamed himself
for not being here when she needed him, and not paying attention to the fact
she must have fallen ill. Tears came to his eyes as he pictured his mother
crawling around weakly on the cold damp floor calling out, for someone to help
her. One of the last requests from his father was to take care of his mother.
To make sure she was okay, and to fill his shoes and become the man of the house.
He was too young to understand what he had meant at the time, because after all
it was Sam’s mother who looked after him. Not the other way around. But he
understood now, and he had failed to do what his father had asked of him. Sam
dropped grievously to his knees above his mother’s body; as he began to cry
forlorn over his careless actions. She looked so peaceful to Sam, the way her
hair was flowing out along the smooth stone floor. He placed his hand upon her
cheek. “Hot” Sam thought out loud. He grabbed his mothers shoulder, and shook
her gently. “Mother!” He called out in desperation. “Please, Mother! Wake up!”
Sam cried. His mother let out a deep exhale. His mother had indeed fallen ill.
Pitiful sobs of heartache escaped Sam’s lungs. How he wished his father were
here, he would know what to do. The only man Sam was ever taken too when he was
sick was Gerald Green, But he lived more than an hour’s run away. Gerald was
inquisitive towards people’s illnesses and had a simple solution to each one.
Sam thought it would be the only way to save his mother, so he delicately
looked at her. He would need to be able to give Gerald a list of symptoms if he
was to help her. She was Hot to the touch, and clearly unconscious. A cold
sweat was evident across her forehead. Sam stood, and with the life of his
mother in his hands, he felt more powerful than he had ever felt before. He
grabbed a damp washcloth and placed it softly on his mothers head. “I’ll be
right back soon mom, I Promise. Everything is going to be okay. I promise.” He
assured her. She breathed softly. Sam felt as though she heard him.
At what seemed like break neck speed Sam bolted from his house. The day’s events with Layla had been long forgotten. He only looked ahead and thought of nothing. He never told his mother how much he loved her and if he were to lose her tonight, He would carry regret with him forever. Sam paid no attention to the sky in which he loved to stare wonderfully at, and he ignored the field in which he ran. The destination was his only thought, and his mother was his motivation. His feet pounded the ground without mercy, pure adrenaline coursed through his veins. Sam could feel his heart beating inside his chest, and he could hear it in his ears. A strong breeze on his back guided him, making every stride just that much longer and his venture that much shorter. Sam didn't bother taking the road, he knew that if he ran through the field and took some paths through the woods he could cut a lot of time off this journey, even though this way would be much harder “She’s going to be alright.” He assured himself. Sam smiled and he picked up speed. “She’s going to be okay.” He repeated. Never in Sam’s life had be ever felt so scared or more alone. Yet he found a reason to smile because he knew deep down in his pounding terrified heart, everything was going to be alright and very soon he would be back in the field, or in Layla’s arms. Tears rolled down his face but Sam was still able to see along the eastern hillside, Gerald’s house was barely within sight, but was only visible to someone who knew where it was in the narrow valley. “I can’t stop running.” Sam thought out loud. Sam couldn't help but think how much faster he could be able to get to Gerald's house if his horse were still alive.Pearl
At what seemed like break neck speed Sam bolted from his house. The day’s events with Layla had been long forgotten. He only looked ahead and thought of nothing. He never told his mother how much he loved her and if he were to lose her tonight, He would carry regret with him forever. Sam paid no attention to the sky in which he loved to stare wonderfully at, and he ignored the field in which he ran. The destination was his only thought, and his mother was his motivation. His feet pounded the ground without mercy, pure adrenaline coursed through his veins. Sam could feel his heart beating inside his chest, and he could hear it in his ears. A strong breeze on his back guided him, making every stride just that much longer and his venture that much shorter. Sam didn't bother taking the road, he knew that if he ran through the field and took some paths through the woods he could cut a lot of time off this journey, even though this way would be much harder “She’s going to be alright.” He assured himself. Sam smiled and he picked up speed. “She’s going to be okay.” He repeated. Never in Sam’s life had be ever felt so scared or more alone. Yet he found a reason to smile because he knew deep down in his pounding terrified heart, everything was going to be alright and very soon he would be back in the field, or in Layla’s arms. Tears rolled down his face but Sam was still able to see along the eastern hillside, Gerald’s house was barely within sight, but was only visible to someone who knew where it was in the narrow valley. “I can’t stop running.” Sam thought out loud. Sam couldn't help but think how much faster he could be able to get to Gerald's house if his horse were still alive.
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