Stream of Consciousness

I am afraid. Afraid of what's to come and what's happening. My master is going to find out I ran away when the day breaks. I will be hunted down, and killed if I'm found. The only thing that brings me hope is the fact that I could someday have a life, a family, but most of all...freedom. I have been a slave for my whole life, born days before my parents arrived here in this horrible place. But just then I am ripped away from my thoughts, as I notice the sun fighting its way above the horizon. Panic races through me, I try to think how far away I am from the plantation, but I can't. Fear is overpowering, so over-whelming, I cannot think straight. But just then, I feel tired, exhausted. All the running is finally catching up to me.