An opportunity.
An escape.
The right moment.
The right timing.
It was all in front of me and within all of a millisecond, I had done it.
Taken the plunge.
Freed myself.
But heaven wasn't all as perfect as I had planned.
They say the road to paradise begins in hell so I suppose I was still holding onto my hope as I heard metal on metal, lights flash before my eyes, something plunging into my abdomen and thick, warm liquid pooling around me.
If I just stay here long enough, and lay really still, maybe it will happen. Just maybe.
As I lay there with those grim but astoundingly hopeful thoughts running through my head, I thought of my mother.
Every summer I was sent off to my dad's place across the country and every morning before we went to the airport I would hide under my bed with exactly those words running through my little head. She would shake her head and laugh, drag me out from under the bed and send me on my not so merry way.
I would never resist because I knew then the fight was over. I could try again the next year.
So when they dragged me out from under that car, their gentle hands and concerned faces met no revolt.
Next time, I thought, it'll happen next time.