Day Six
Stronger
I slowly rose to a sitting position in my bed, still staring into his eyes; this was it, my chance had finally come. I felt my strengths rising inside of me, focusing on my clenched fist that lay beside me. I raised it and slammed it as hard as my body could; with all my anger holding deep inside it. It hit him hard in the nose, and he immediately loped to the side in his chair. I was happy, and I felt great. I leaned into him more and repeated every blow, hitting him with the fury that aroused from my past. He was out; there was no way he would get up in a rush. I ceased my chance. Clutching my clothes in my hands and my shoes slipped on my feet, I ran out into the hall and spied the nearest restroom, so I could change. I found it and I ran for all my life to get there.
I peered my head slowly around the door before completely coming out; I knew they would be looking for me. I was right; there were security, nurses and a monster with harsh bruises covering his face. They were coming this way, I took my chance and ran. I made it to the stairs in time, they saw me but they did not follow. I found this odd, but I could not think of that now; I hadn't the time. I continued running down the stairs, and through a door which led to the car park. I heard more footsteps that were defiantly not mine. I ran to each of the closest cars, trying to open each door. Finally there was one unlocked, I scurried in before they saw me, and hid deep in, behind the passenger seat. The footsteps died after a while, but I knew it wasn't safe to get out. Not yet. I sat quietly and patiently, humming to myself once again. I thought about my life, and my next move. Why did I scare my family so? Why did I do what I did? I was talking to myself again.
The driver door opened and a woman climbed in, chucking her bags to the seats next to me. I was scared again; would she tell the security if she saw me? I huddled closer to the seat for a sense of security to myself, just so I knew she wouldn't.
She searched through a strange shaped bag for something; what ever it was, she must have left them inside because she did not get them. She left the car and went back into the dark building. I didn't know what to do, should I run? Or should and stay for a new and most likely better journey?
I stayed of course; there was no way I would get away from this life any other way. They would find me, and I would go back to my nightmares; living through each of them, over and over again.
The women shortly returned to the car, she had forgotten her glasses, were they reading glasses? They were defiantly not sunglasses; the sun was nearly gone by then. She placed them on her petite and gentle face. I took my time to explore the care that she took when putting them on, also searching to the beauty of her eyes. She was kind, I could just see it; I knew she didn't belong with terrible people, let alone the hassle with me when she is to find that I am here. I was about to get out the car, but I moved too late; the car had been started and was slowly backing out of the park. I stayed, and huddled back into the seat once again.
I didn't see much of my new surroundings, though it must have been somewhere in the country because the clinic was completely isolated for at least a few miles. Still, I waited patiently, although there was a slowly growing hunger inside my body. I hadn't eaten since the day I fell unconscious. I never quite found out why that had happened. My guess is a reaction to something they were giving me. I felt my insides begin to shake as it grumbled strangely loud. I looked around to the driver seat to see if the woman had noticed. Thankfully, the radio was on so she didn't.
It wasn't until the drive had turned from minutes to hours that I took my chance to see my surroundings. We were in the city, just where I wanted to be. Hopefully she would stop soon and I could make my escape.
The phone rang, it didn't bother me at first but then when she pulled over and started talking about 'an escaped patient' that my heart and body went into panic mode. She got out, and went to the back door; the one opposite mine. If I didn't get out then, it would be never. I took my chance; I slid out the car and ran. She must have seen me; there was no way to get out without her seeing me. I ran into the nearest shop with all eyes on my. I felt so intruded, not that the strangers were doing anything to me, jus the way that looked at my distressed figure running through the mall. I found the perfect spot; perfect shop. No one could fin d me. Least that's what I thought just before my arm was just about wretched out of its socket. Security, I should have known, I should have realized they would be after me. I knew it was specifically me; they spoke over the radio I got her, ill bring her back now. It's just amazing, I committed no crime, yet I struggled with the smothering feeling of the hand cuffs. I was gently shoved into the car and driven away. There was no way I could get out of this one. No way at all. Yet again I was stuck in a car for an hour or so, awaiting my end. Just like my first arrival at the clinic. It soon became night, and I felt my eye-lids becoming heavy. I woke what felt just an hour later, but it had only been half. I was there and being dragged through the halls. This time, my cell was white. Like those ones that only friends joke about. I was in a padded cell … with a straight jacket. What were they thinking? I'm not mental! I'm not going insane! Am I? I sat as I did, over again. Just thinking what I'm to do next.