Failure. A word that's both heartbreaking and scary. It could mean the end for you, like they say failure is not an option. People who are failure's are labelled as: unsuccessful and a disappointment. Which is the reason I left. I couldn't be a failure again. The word failure is the only thing keeping me from turning back. I stopped walking in the woods. The sounds of the forest almost soothes me. I could turn back, I'd only been walking a couple of hours.
"You can't even go through with your plan to leave. You'll still always come back to me because your such a failure." I stood there, frozen. He couldn't have followed me. I had made sure he was asleep before I left.
"Hello?" I asked, looking around. I readjusted the small pack I took with me. All of a sudden his figure stepped out in front of the trees he was hidden behind.
" I can't believe you tried to leave." He spat at me. As if he was disgusted with me. I stepped back and turned and ran as fast as I could. I couldn't stay with him. As I ran I could here him trying to catch up with me. I stopped there was no point in going on, he would find me no matter what I did or where I went. I stayed by a near by tree and dropped my pack. I turned around and faced the open forest the wind and the warm air clashed. The weather was just as confused as my heart. As he came out from the forest he slowed and walked toward me catlike, as if he knew there was still a part of me that would want to leave. My hands clenched the hem of my shirt, as he stood in front of me. His calloused hands moved to cup my cheek, and I instinctively leaned into it. I hated him because of it, but I knew it wasn't true. I would always love him. He moved his thumb over one the fallen tears I didn't even know I had shed. I blinked hopping he would disappear, but he didn't.
"Please James," I asked desperately. "let me leave." A smile grew on his face.
"Oh my darling, I could never let you go. Your too important to me."
"Why? I'm just a failure." I knew it was useless trying to fight him.
"But your not a failure to me." He said as leaned in to try and kiss me. My first kiss I say, to myself. Yet, as he touched his lips to mine, a voice woke me up.
I jolted up. I heard a voice. It was Molly's. Wait. It was a dream. I was still at the orphanage. He hadn't found me, I was safe.
"You had the dream again didn't you," her voice concerned. I had this dream a couple of times, and she'd always woken me up. "It might be hard but try and get some sleep." I laid back down and stared at the ceiling. Does any one love me?
There was one man who would, but he was busy right now. Crashing through space.