My eyes burned, truly burned. I felt wood lunging itself into my spine, and I knew I had to escape from wherever I was. I opened my stinging eyes and took a glance around, remembering that I had gone to my shed…because…no! I shook my head, I wasn't going to trouble myself with those thoughts, the thoughts of…her… I was being an idiot, resting and sobbing in this sanctuary- while he searched for me. I rubbed my head; I thought I was stronger than this. I sighed, and slowly made my way outside of the sheds safe doors. Not knowing what was on the other side, suspicion built inside my chest. I grimaced, expecting the worst as the door became ajar. I shielded myself unwillingly, a slight reflex from my past- but was met with nothing to defend myself from, but a kid rollerblading down the sidewalk. Again, I was being too paranoid- I needed to move. I needed to run, to run and never glance back at my old self. It didn't matter anyway; nothing was left for me here but grievers and too content zombies of this nation. I needed to stop at my old house though- to pick up some necessary items. He could be there…searching for you… I stopped where I was heading.
I looked down at my hands, hoping they would give me an answer. I wished that they would know what to do, that they would take control and lead me the way that was fate. But yet again, fate doesn't exist. I changed my mind, knowing it would be too dangerous- to be stuck with him, alone, cornered… my body trembled, yet another reflex from that night. I knew I had what was in my bag still, a packed lunch, hairbrush, and some other unhelpful things for survival. I sighed, at least it isn't nothing. I felt a pang of guilt for just leaving my house like that, my poor, lonely house. I could imagine it aching from the inside, sad and wanting- it helped us so much, and I am leaving it there for demolishment, for whomever to tear it down, or patch up the scars. Maybe someone could give my house what it needs, not the fucked up family we gave it.
I smiled, knowing I was too old to be personifying my house like a lunatic, but these memories and feelings were truly the last things from her, that and the small warped pendant dangling from my neck. I tightened my backpack straps, intent on keeping my gem until my death. I began to steadily jog away from town, away from the people, away from my father's ambitions. The reflective smile of the one thing I left in this hell-hole ran across my mind, but I knew it was too late; he would have to move on. But can I…? I shook my head harder this time, just shut the fuck up brain, and keep running. I began to quicken my pace, past the sullen tree's leaves, their whispers telling me secrets, past the old sign of my town, rotting with age… and most importantly, I ran away from the falling sky, it's clutches seemingly grabbing my from behind.
I went for a few miles, taking small breathing breaks…but it was no use- my lungs were still in no shape to be running like this. Fucking asthma… I muttered, my legs over a tall bridge, and my thoughts muddled. I wanted to rest, and I knew my lungs were begging for it, but I couldn't stop. I knew… I just…knew… he was out there- prying through doors and cabinets, searching for my evidence, my identity, for me. Mom had done a great job at burying everything, my little secrets that set me apart from the other kids. I still remembered her soothing voice that night, the soft muddles of her sweet consent. "Nobody has to know, you're so brave my angel…" she had whispered, moving my damp hair from my face. I smirked at the ghostly remembrance of her touch, she had sacrificed for me, oh, and how lovely she was. I stared out into the curves of the trees, the touch of their branches, grouping like a reunion. The chill of the bridge was nipping at my legs, my hands beginning to freeze as the wind curled around me. I realized what I wanted to do, knowing there was no other option. He would find me soon enough, the tracker was too heavily embedded into my leg. There was no hope, no dreams left to dream- I was on the end of this chain of events. I wanted to become the soil of the Earth, to ease the people that were deserving of more. I wanted to be something for once. I closed my eyes, dying to remember this feeling, the knowing of what I wanted that I could actually give. I brought my finger tips to the pendent on my neck, expecting the usual dullness, but found it shining. Maybe, fate really does exist… I gripped my hands for the last time, I let go for the last time, and I felt myself smile, really smile, for the first time. I closed my eyes, time slowing to milliseconds. I was spiraling in the air now, no longer in this sick game.
Welp, I updated! Felt a little inspired from Writing Club, and remembered the cliff hanger I left on the first chapter of this. Hope you enjoyed, and no, this is actually NOT the end! If you like the story, come on in and keep reading, feel free to follow, favorite, or even review. Will update soon enough!
Forever and Always,
Melody