I can feel the ground shake as I pound my feet into the Earth. I keep running, watching the city past by me in a blaze of colors. I skillfully dodge the pedestrians on the sidewalk. It's like my training. Watch out for the obstacles. If they catch you or if you fall this will all be over. My subconscious rings in my head. I keep pushing my body even harder. I can feel the sweat pouring out of every single pore in my body. My body is singing with energy that not even I can mentally comprehend just yet. It's like it has been dormant all my life and at this exact moment my body has sprung to life with new meaning. I swipe the beads of sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. Turning the corner, I finally slow down and hunch over my body, desperately trying to catch my breath. I strain my head to the side carefully trying to listen for any sound. To my surprise I'm unable to hear anything but the sound of my own ragged breathing.
Pull yourself together, you are better than this. You need to keep moving, just because you cannot hear them does not mean that they are not watching. There are eyes everywhere. My subconscious snarls at me. Sometimes I wish I could just turn off the voices in my head and at least pretend to be somewhat normal.
Normalcy, something I've always longed for. Unfortunately for me, Anastasia Steele, I will never be normal. I will never know what it's like to fall in love. I will never bear my own child. I will never know family or friends. All I've ever known was how to lie, steal, cheat, trick, manipulate, the list is endless.
The only positive thing going for me is that today is Friday. The week is over, meaning training is over. I no longer have to wake up before the sun for the next few days. Who knows though, after today I may never sleep again. They are coming for me. I can feel it in my bones. They want to kill me. At least I know that I won't be leaving anyone behind if they succeed. No one will cry over my missing body. No one will notice, no one will even care. It's not even like I exist. They made sure of that. They made sure to get rid of every single trace that could possibly link anyone to my existence.
To the world, I'm merely a ghost. To myself, I'm Anastasia, the freakish lonely girl. My brown hair is too dull, my legs are too short, and my eyes are too big. Your eyes are what got you into this mess to begin with.
"That's enough!" I yell to the voice inside my head. Talking to yourself again? You really are losing it.
Deep inside I know that my subconscious is right. I am losing it. My eyes are what had originally gotten me into this mess. I tremble, trying not to remember the moment where I jeopardized my life and desperately failing.
It was just any other day. I wake up before dawn and lazily stretch and pull myself out of my bed. I quietly patter my way the washroom to begin preparing for the day's strict schedule. While I'm maneuvering my hair into a long braid down the center of my back I decide to adorn it with blue crystal pins that match my eyes perfectly. Be careful with those. My subconscious warns me. She is right, I must be careful not to attract too much attention to myself. I have been told repeatedly; do not give them any reason to suspect you. I have a part to play and if I play it correctly I will not die. Sighing I quickly remove the pins and throw them in the trash. There's no point in me keeping them if I can't ever wear them. It might draw to much attention to me and that is something I don't want.
I head to the mirror and get ready to place my brown contacts in. I have to hide my true eye color. My blue eyes will blow my cover. They will know that I'm not really one of them, that I'm something different, something dangerous, and something deadly. I only get one contact in before I hear the blood curling scream that sent me running to my doom. I merely get in the hallway when a guard passes me and instantly stops. He presses a button and instantly I hear the alarm go off. The alarm that lets everyone know that there is something on the grounds that should not be there. It's letting them know that there is someone different, someone like me. Quickly, I knock the patrol guard to his feet and I bolt. I run as fast as I possibly can and I don't stop. Not for anyone or anything.
I can hear people yelling for me. Don't stop running, don't stop running for no one. Once they catch you, they will kill you. I don't stop running; I will not give them the satisfaction of killing me. I want them to live in fear, knowing that I'm out there and that I am different. My eyes are blue.
AN: I know I already have a story already up but I have recently been inspired and I felt compelled to share this. I love fantasy stories. I know it might be weird because I use the fifty shades characters. But I love them and the trilogy so much that I wanted to add my own twist to it. I'm unsure if there is a story like this out there and if there is I apologize. I'm feeling extremely creative right now and I want to take advantage of it while I still have it. Are you guys interested in me continuing this story or would you like me to focus on my other story, the great adventure? I plan on working on them both but I'm unsure of which one I should focus on the most. Let me know and thanks for reading! It means a lot.
XOXO, Gabriella