Green grass going back as far as the eye can see. A lovely cheery house in the distance. Multiple flowers grew in every direction. Lukas, a bit older, smiling while playing with a brown-haired, blue-eyed boy. In my hands layed a sleeping toddler with blond locks opening her green eyes and laughing. The picturing growing more blurry by the second. Gone.
My eyes fluttered open, seeing Lukas' face inches from mine. His eyes were closed, dreaming.I ran my hand through his hair, something I had wanted to do, and slowly got up. My stomach rumbled, waiting to be fed again. I didn't really have a dinner last night. I searched around for something to do. Nothing except the empty shelves. I tried the lock on the door. Nothing.
Lukas awoke searching the room until his eyes fell on me. We stared at each other in silence.
It has been about a month and a half since Rueben died. The small dark space had room for us to move around, but with difficulty. Lukas would hold my hand while we were trying to find something to do. He would steal glances at me, when he thought I wasn't looking. The shooting from the night before had stopped. I was anticipating the arrival of anyone at this point.
"Jesse?" Lukas walked towards me and grasped my hands. I looked up at him, while he looked down at me. He smiled as he pulled me a little closer. Nervously, he whispered into my ear.
"When we get out of here, there is this house. It's affordable, big, and looks really nice so I wondered if maybe you would like to move in with me?"
One of the biggest questions I would ever be asked is right there. Would you like to move in with me?
Instead of answering, because he already knows my answer, I grined and put my arms around his neck, pulling him into a long, slow kiss. He didn't seem surprized. Just glad, to be honest.
We talked, counting the minutes in our heads. The hours flew by. I started thinking to myself about Lukas. He never left my side, not when I was in a coma and not now. The only time he went away was when he payed the bill. When I got a call from Maya. I remembered the entire call by heart, scared to death.
"Lukas?" His eyes stared up at me a worried look drawn across his entire face.
"Yeah," he scooted across the floor where we sat, our legs touching.
"I think I know who-" I was cut off by the creaking off the door. A flash of red hair poking out from a teal bandanna came. I looked up to see a familiar face running at me.
"Petra," The red-head came running at me pulling me into a big hug.
"Jesse!" Her sister-like embrace put a smile on my face, "Lukas," She only nodded her head in his direction. I guess they were more buisness partners then friends.
"Get out through the window, the police will not let anyone through the main door."
We followed Petra, Lukas' hand in mine as we raced to the window. Across from the room with a vanity in it was a staircase that spiraled upwards. We stepped into the room, which was huge. A beautiful, rounded window led to a staircase outside the house.
There are rooms that will don't have much in them and look nice. This was one of those rooms. Love seats surrounded a flat screen TV and a small kitchen was tucked in the corner. A double bed layed against the wall on the left and a door leading to the bathroom near the other end. But the window stood out the most.
"Come on, we don't have much time," Petra said beckoning to us from her spot in between the window and the outside. Lukas let me go first, slowly retracting his hand from the spot where it was.
I slipped through the window easily. It was wide. The air outside bit my face. The cold air whipped against my face.
Lukas came after me, grabbing my hand before he even could get out. I didn't feel it. I didn't feel anything.
The only thing I felt, finally after about 4 weeks was freedom.
My eyes fluttered open, seeing Lukas' face inches from mine. His eyes were closed, dreaming.I ran my hand through his hair, something I had wanted to do, and slowly got up. My stomach rumbled, waiting to be fed again. I didn't really have a dinner last night. I searched around for something to do. Nothing except the empty shelves. I tried the lock on the door. Nothing.
Lukas awoke searching the room until his eyes fell on me. We stared at each other in silence.
It has been about a month and a half since Rueben died. The small dark space had room for us to move around, but with difficulty. Lukas would hold my hand while we were trying to find something to do. He would steal glances at me, when he thought I wasn't looking. The shooting from the night before had stopped. I was anticipating the arrival of anyone at this point.
"Jesse?" Lukas walked towards me and grasped my hands. I looked up at him, while he looked down at me. He smiled as he pulled me a little closer. Nervously, he whispered into my ear.
"When we get out of here, there is this house. It's affordable, big, and looks really nice so I wondered if maybe you would like to move in with me?"
One of the biggest questions I would ever be asked is right there. Would you like to move in with me?
Instead of answering, because he already knows my answer, I grined and put my arms around his neck, pulling him into a long, slow kiss. He didn't seem surprized. Just glad, to be honest.
We talked, counting the minutes in our heads. The hours flew by. I started thinking to myself about Lukas. He never left my side, not when I was in a coma and not now. The only time he went away was when he payed the bill. When I got a call from Maya. I remembered the entire call by heart, scared to death.
"Lukas?" His eyes stared up at me a worried look drawn across his entire face.
"Yeah," he scooted across the floor where we sat, our legs touching.
"I think I know who-" I was cut off by the creaking off the door. A flash of red hair poking out from a teal bandanna came. I looked up to see a familiar face running at me.
"Petra," The red-head came running at me pulling me into a big hug.
"Jesse!" Her sister-like embrace put a smile on my face, "Lukas," She only nodded her head in his direction. I guess they were more buisness partners then friends.
"Get out through the window, the police will not let anyone through the main door."
We followed Petra, Lukas' hand in mine as we raced to the window. Across from the room with a vanity in it was a staircase that spiraled upwards. We stepped into the room, which was huge. A beautiful, rounded window led to a staircase outside the house.
There are rooms that will don't have much in them and look nice. This was one of those rooms. Love seats surrounded a flat screen TV and a small kitchen was tucked in the corner. A double bed layed against the wall on the left and a door leading to the bathroom near the other end. But the window stood out the most.
"Come on, we don't have much time," Petra said beckoning to us from her spot in between the window and the outside. Lukas let me go first, slowly retracting his hand from the spot where it was.
I slipped through the window easily. It was wide. The air outside bit my face. The cold air whipped against my face.
Lukas came after me, grabbing my hand before he even could get out. I didn't feel it. I didn't feel anything.
The only thing I felt, finally after about 4 weeks was freedom.