In part 2 of Leena's Escape, Leena violently assaulted both Dr. Varava and an orderly after her attempts to seduce the doctor failed. Now she is ready to escape to her sister's home several miles away. It is a cold night and she knows she must act quickly is she is ever to make it out...
I swear to bloody hell I'm about ready to stab one of these little girl's in this orphanage. Shut the hell up already! I can keep writing though however difficult that may be. Now back to what I was saying...I recall staring at the battered bodies of the doctor and the orderly and grinning with such malice in my heart I felt like I should finish both of them off. The doctor had crushed my heart like I had happen to me so many times before and he paid the price. Still better for him to be unconcious than dead - Nikolai Varava got off easy!
I wanted to do to him what I did to Konstantin. I wanted to cut his throat open and rip his dick off. I truly wanted to kill him in that moment of pain and rejection. Time was of the essence though and I needed to make my move now! I picked up my Bible and walked over to my cell door and slowly opened it. I peered my head through the opening and glanced down the halls. Nobody. Slowly with my Bible and keys in one hand and the large plastic shard in the other I exited my cell.
I was on the third floor. As I ran down the hallway the "patients" began their screaming and hollering as usual. It truly was a testament to the living hell going on within their own minds. I made my home with schizophrenics, psychopaths, and maniacs for six years with no compassion or love from anyone. I could hardly believe I was on my way towards freedom! The adrenaline rushed through my frail frame as I skirted down the hallway towards the elevators.
I was fortunate no other staff members were in this particular wing at the time. The elevators required a key in order to activate them and luckily and with frantic effort I located the key on the orderlie's chain and inserted it in the slot. "Come on hurry the fuck up!" I whispered harshly as I waited for what seemed like an eternity. I braced myself for the possibility that somebody may exit. The elevator doors opened and sure enough a young nurse named Anastasia whom I was familiar with stepped out.
She dropped her tray of medications in total shock. "LEENA! MY GOD!" she shouted wide eyed covering her mouth. Without a word I immediately jumped on her and stabbed the bitch in the neck with my large plastic shard. She immedietly fell to the floor as blood gushed from the open wound. Her entire body quivered and contorted in pain. Her wide eyes stared into mine in terror as she began to cough up blood.
"No offense bitch but your not keeping me here!" I hissed. I took her by the arms and dragged her out of the elevator. She gurgled and gagged as I pulled with all my strength. I looked down at her with pure hatred as she held her hands to her throat before I took the plastic shard and rammed it into her stomach. Surprisingly she didn't scream but her mouth opened wide in the horrible pain she had to be feeling. I guess I took my anger out on her for the rejection I was still feeling. I only stabbed her once and left the plastic shard protruding from her blood stained outfit. She was still alive but I knew I had stopped her cold.
I left her for dead in that desolate hallway. She was always mean to me anyways! Just for the fuck of it I checked her pockets and found a 20 Euro note. I stuffed this into my Bible and continued my escape. I was breathing heavily and frantically as I entered the elevator. I glanced down the hallway and saw Dr. Varava stagger out of my cell and pointed in my direction. His eyes met mine as the doors closed. Now I was truly scared. He would hit the silent alarm and this place could be awash with his goons in minutes.
I decided quickly to skip going to the first floor and would try my luck with the basement. Slowly the elevator made it's decent. I watched with such nervous apprehension as the floor numbers descended. Finally, the doors opened and I found myself in a dimly lit brick-lined tunnel. Still clutching my Bible and the keys I ran full speed down the hall. Blood drenched my hands as I clutched onto it for dear life. I could hear the droning of the heating system through the long corridor. I seemed to run for an eternity until I came to a large room.
I glanced towards the center wall and seen a set of stone stairs leading up to an outside door. Without thinking I ran up to the metal door and pushed with all my might. It was unlocked and I staggered out into the darkness only to be greeted by the chilly night air. The shrill sound of an alarm broke the stillness of the night. Aimlessly I began to run. There was no wall or fence around the Saarne Institute and I just knew I had to run as far away from the building as possible. My barefeet were freezing as I found myself running through a field. I glanced behind me and seen a number of lights come on on the first floor. I knew they were after me! It took me about five minutes but I managed to make it to the main road which was known as Tallinn Road.
I was in pure and utter desperation at this point. Even this late at night a steady stream of traffic whizzed by heading in and out of the busy capital. I threw the keys down in frustration not knowing at this point what to do. I ran alongside the road constantly glaring behind me the headlights of the passing motorists illuminating the way. I knew the local police would be searching for me as well and was starting to believe that I wasn't going to be able to make the four or five miles especially in my bare feet but suddenly I seen a taxi. I flailed my hands frantically. It pulled to the side of the road and I quicjly climbed into the back.
The driver must have been too tired too notice my attire or just didn't care - never mind the blood on my hands! "703 ... St. Alban's Way" I muttered almost completely out of breath. This was the home of my sister Syrah. The gruff driver simply nodded and pulled out on the busy road. Lucky for Anastasia's 20 note! I kept my head below the window as we began the journey away from the Saarne Institute. I tried to catch my breath as my body trembled from the chilly night air. It was November and it couldn't have been much more than perhaps 40 degrees outside. My thoughts were racing uncontrollably.
Would I get caught? What will my sister think? What will I say to her? I loved my sister Syrah dearly. She was 37, single, and lived by herself working as a massage therapist. Unlike myself she is a grown adult, unaffected by the disease that has trapped me in a child's body. She looked just like me, only if I were grown. Even though I killed our father all those years ago she forgave me and loved me unconditionally.
The headlights raced by as the Saarne Institute faded into the darkness. I could still hear the shriek of the alarm as we drove down that road. I knew even now that the authorities were being mobilized. I made no conversation with the driver and did my best to remain calm as well took the ten minute trip to Syrah's small rowhome. Finally, we pulled onto St. Alban's Way in the outskirts of the Estonian capital.
It was late but I seen the light's were on and I knew she was always one to stay up late. The street was quiet and peaceful as the cab slowly came to a stop. "That'll be 12 Euros miss" barked the driver. I handed him the 20 Euro note and he broke the change. Out of the cab I climbed clutching only my Bible. I quickly found a piece of newspaper on the roadside and wiped the blood from off of my hands.
I had spilled alot of blood to escape but now was the hardest part of all. My eyes teared up and the my stomach knotted up in anxiety. My sister was not allowed to visit me at the Saarne Institute due to my violent nature and I had not seen her in 6 years. She wrote to me constantly although I could not write back having been confined to a straight jacket. She truly cared and loved me in a way I adored but was she ready for this?
For a minute I stood outside but I walked up the steps and stood in front on the door. Words cannot descibe how nervous I felt. "Syrah loves me" I told myself. "Syrah loves me".. "Syrah loves me". I closed my eyes and knocked gently several times. My eyes were tearing up. A lump had formed in my throat and I could barely breath. My breath condensed in the cold air. Suddenly I heard movement approach the door. Then the sounds of the door unlocking. I shook uncontrallably as I struggled to stand on my own power. The door opened.
"Sy..Sy...Syrah!" I said pathetically almost as if a child begging for a parent's attention. My sister stood in the doorway. The gravity of the situation instantly hit her. She began to shake and became white as a sheet! She covered her mouth in utter shock but not in a repulsive way. Tears immedietely formed in her eyes and poured down her cheeks. I was speechless. I looked longingly and pathetically into my sister's eyes trying to find her emotions as I shook like a leaf. She fell to her knees her hands still clasped around her mouth.
"LEENA" her muffled voice sounded from under her hands. We both began to cry loudly and uncontrollably as I flung my arms around her. "OH MY GOD LEENA!" she cried as she hugged me and kissed me with fervor. I embraced her as tight as I could and placed my head on her shoulder and cried like I hadn't ever had in my life. "HOW LEENA? WHY? HOWWWW?" Syrah cried as she kissed me again and again. I collapsed into her arms and sobbed and sobbed. I was far too emotional to answer her.
She cradled and held me as I felt her love flow through me. I felt such joy and happiness. She placed her hands on my cheeks and stared into my teary eyes. She was speechless. It was as if she had found a long lost treasure. "It's really you Leena" she whispered. I nodded. "I escaped from Saarne Syrah" I sobbed. "Your the only person I knew to turn to" I cried. I buried my head onto her shoulder and cried some more as she embraced me. "My God, Leena, My God, I can't believe this! Come inside!" she said between her sobbing. She stood up and gently closed the door behind us.
We hugged again. "Six years Syrah, it's been SIX YEARS!" I cried. The tears came down uncontrollably. She looked down at me and nodded and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "It's been too long Leena. Just too God damn long!" she exclaimed. I wouldn't let go of her. "I missed you. I love you Syrah!" I poured my heart out to her. "Oh God, I love you too Leena" she said embracing me again. "Sister, I need to hide" I told her in a soft voice. She nodded understandably. "Leena, you know my home is your home, you can't imagine how long I've waited to see you" she said between her weeping.
"You know you can stay here" she told me embracing me tight. "Oh, little sister" she said happily. I kissed Syrah and hugged her around the waist. I couldn't believe I had done it! I escaped and there was no way in hell I ever planned on returning to that hellhole of a "hospital". "You...you just broke out of there?" she asked. I refused to tell her about how violent I had to be to escape. I just nodded. "They're going to be looking for you, they are now" she said worridly. "Hide me sister, just hide me" I pleaded.
"Come to my bedroom" she said. I looked up at her and nodded. "If the authorities come I can hide you in there, oh Leena!" she said. We hurried off into her bedroom. It had been years since I set foot in this house. I would literally kill for my sister! She was my best friend and I was so relieved she would so willingly take me in. We sat on the bed and just embraced. "I love you so much Leena, welcome home" she whispered. "Syrah, your the only person in this world that I love and care for" I told her truthfully. I was still worried. I knew the authorities were probably on their way. Dr. Varava probably put two and two together that I would run to the nearest person I knew. He knew my sister lived in the city.
I shouldn't have let him live but now was the time to be grateful to be out of there. To be embraced by a loved one was a feeling that had been alien to me for so very long. I felt safe and knew I would be so long as I stayed by Syrah's side. Never again would I be confined like an animal in a straight jacket or left to rot alone in a room all by myself. Those days were now behind me. I simply relished and embraced the moment and my fear melted away. Syrah would protect me. Now what would happen next was something only time would tell...
Chapter 4 is next. The manhunt for Estonia's most infamous killer begins. How will Leena handle the pressure in the coming days? And how will Syrah respond when Leena reveals she wants to be "adopted" again? Is Leena as safe as she believes? More coming soon...as usual, all your feedback is much looked forward to and so greatly appreciated! Keep reading and writing everybody!