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I ran through the misty forest. The moon, my only source of light, shone brightly above my head. Leaves shattered under my naked feet. Branches came like knives from all sizes, leaving marks on my beaten skin. I heard quick footsteps behind me, but I didn't dare look back. Every nerve was screaming at me to run, and as sure as hell I did.
There was a sudden flash of light in my line of vision. I glanced at my side and there it was; my chance of finally escaping. I made a beeline and rushed to the exit of the green maze, gasping as my lungs begged for the air that they didn't have.
I burst through the opening of the trees and found myself in the middle of a road.
Suddenly, the sound of a horn pierced the air. I turned around and stared at the upcoming truck, whose driver I couldn't see. My mind unfroze as my survival instincts kicked in and made me jump out of the way. There was a loud screech as the driver tread on the brakes. A door opening and various hurried footsteps later I felt an unexpected soft kick to my gut from my position on the ground. My heavy lidded eyes looked up at the dark silhouette hovering above me and that was the last thing I saw before unconsciousness wrapped its warm coat around me.
I woke up screaming in horror and unreal pain. Sweat poured down my forehead like a waterfall. Where was I? My surroundings had changed. I tried to lift my head up to get a better look of the gloomy room. With the movement, pain burned through my head and extended through my body like a virus. A small barely audible gasp escaped my chopped lips.
"What the fuck?!" I brought a hand up to my sticky head.
I must've thought it out loud, I thought, as a gentle knock sounded on the wooden door. Or, what I supposed was a wooden door. Who could it be? I desperately flung my hands around for something sharp, wanting to protect myself. That is when I noticed I was still dressed in my former attire.
Thank God someone respects my privacy.
The door slowly opened, and the abrupt rays of light made my watery eyes blink. Immediately the room came back to life.
I was laying on a comfy single bed with red velvet covers up to my chin, which released the aromatic smell of fresh roses.
Mother Nature has a sick sense of humour, I thought.
All the furniture was a dark shade of wooden brown. By all the furniture I meant a bedside table, a narrow desk and a tall temporal closet. The walls were a soft beige color and from the ceiling hung a sparky but simple chandelier.
On the doorway stood a man at about his forties, with graying hair and kind blue eyes. He regarded me with concern, but I could also detect pity in his gaze. I hated it. I didn't need anyone feeling sorry for me, not even a stranger that could be putting up a facade.
If the last two years of my life have shown me anything at all, it would be that.
Lesson number one: don't trust anybody but your instincts. Right now, my instincts told me to arm myself. I grabbed the nearest object next to me, which happened to be a lamp. With a force I didn't know I possessed in my weakened state, I yanked the lamp off the plug and put it in front of me as if it were a sword. The man's eyes widened slightly when he saw my reaction and put his hands up in clear surrender.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he said.
He did seem sincere enough, but I couldn't fall for any twisted tricks. Not again. He must have seen the indecision in my eyes, because he sighed, suddenly renouncing. A tender voice spoke swiftly from behind the wall and besides him, out of my line of vision.
"Leave her to me, Mark," she spoke, in a quiet melodious voice.
Mark nodded, and with a last glance at me, turned and walked off. A beautiful woman came to stand on his former place in the doorway. She had to be of about thirty years of age, with very defined cheekbones and strawberry hair. She offered me a small smile.
"Who the hell are you?"
It came out a bit rude, but I didn't care. I wasn't on the hoop, and I hated that.
"My name is Oksana, and that was my husband, Mark," she spoke with gentleness and tranquility, and I don't know what it was about her, but something made me trust her a little. Just a little. "We won't hurt you. We are here to help you. What's your name?"
I stared hard into her eyes, and when I found what I wanted, I put the lamp down.
"Rose," I muttered. For a moment, I don't know what else to say. Then: "Where the hell am I?"
She offered me a gentle smile. I didn't smile in return. "Well, hello Rose. You are in my house in Baia, Russia." She spoke with the same calmness, but didn't try to come closer to me, for which I was grateful for.
"In Russia?! I'm in motherfucking Russia?!"
She seemed to see the shock on my face because she laughed. I stared at her incredulously.
"How did I end up here?" I asked cautiously, almost afraid of the answer.
"Rose…" at that, her expression sobered up. "Mark found you on a road some miles from here. He was worried about you, so he brought you in. Are you OK?"
I didn't know how to respond to that. Everything came back to me like a murderous tsunami. Without warning, sobs racked through my body. Tears welled up in my eyes and even though I fought to keep them in, a couple escaped. I tried to hide them, but my hands shook too much. Oksana watched me with sad eyes from the doorway, giving me space.
"I'm so sorry, Rose." She whispered, and with that, she closed the door, leaving me to my gruesome thoughts.
A/N: (UPDATED AS OF 22/08/17)
Hey! Welcome to Dancing Through Montana :)
This is my first story- and English is my second language- so I apologize for the state of the first few chapters! I promise it gets better as the story progresses, at least when it comes to how it's all written ;D
I'm planning on coming back to rewrite/edit the whole story, but first my goal is to finish it, so please be patient!
THANK YOU FOR READING!