Chapter 16
What are your plans? Such a simple question. Oh, maybe I'll pick up the milk on my way home. I think I'll fly to Paris. Everyone has a plan. Whether it's to pick up milk or to fly to Paris. For Gaia, she ran out of plans. Go to school? No. Stay with the lovely Girardis? No, she didn't feel like endangering another family. Suicide? Tempting, but too cowardly, and Gaia Moore is not a coward. Run away? To where?
Gaia needed something to do. She did not need to be taken care of. Gaia stood up, barely aware of Kevin's questioning. She grabbed her coat and ran outside. The only thing she was aware of was the slapping of her old trainers on the pavement as she ran to wherever her feet took her. She let the street signs choose her path. Running at a speed where she was side by side with a speeding sports car until it was stopped at a red light. But Gaia kept running. God, had she missed running. It felt like forever.
Gaia strained her ears for the sound of a scream. She'd settle for a mugging if she had too. Her body ached to fight. Come on, this town has to have some crime. Some bad ass punks who needed to be taught a lesson. Gaia kept on running, but her wished were not answered, as usual. A tear slipped through the corner of her eye. She wiped it away, assuming it was from running through the cold wind. But even when she slowed to a trot, she realized she was crying. She only allowed herself to cry once or twice a year. Well, this year she'd made a few exceptions.
Gaia came to a halt as she realized what day it was. A man shot her a look as he had to walk around her. Gaia looked up, and found a church only a block away. Everybody has a secret. We have to tell it at some point or another.
Six years ago, to this day, is when everything started. Six years ago, Gaia's mother, was killed.