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"What day is it?" Harriet quietly asked herself, "It seems really important." she whispered. Her whispers were so quiet, so silent, that no one could hear her. Not the nuns, her doctor, nor the brain dead humans that walked around like empty shells.
She cuddled up into her chair to block out the world. The very loud world that just would never seem to shut up. She couldn't hear herself think about what important day it was.
Nuns were hustling and bustling around the half dead people, walking around with purpose. They had something important. What was it? What was Harriet forgetting?
The nuns came into the waiting room in a group. They were carrying something large with fire on top singing some kind of song. That's right. Today was an important day!
"My birthday..." Harriet whispered. Of course, no one heard her but herself.
She barely blinked as she blew out the candles. The nuns cheered for her, clapping without much joy you could say. They honestly didn't care what she did, just as long as she didn't harm anyone.
They took the glorious treat away as it would be eaten later for dessert. Why they tease her with such a thing before dinner, Harriet had no idea. It was a simple game they played with them. Toying with them like people mocking animals at a zoo.
Everyone was instructed to go to their rooms to wash up for dinner. That meant, you went to your room to wait for a nurse to either come watch you as you wash your hands and face, or she did it for you. Lately, Harriet seemed to be the only person who didn't need help.
Harri shuffled to her jail of a room like the other vessels trying not to attract any attention. But the plan she had made and practiced for three years raced through her mind like wild horses. She's prcaticed and practiced and she wasn't going to chicken out this time.
She slowly moved into her room and closed the door to crouch. She checked the low hanging window to see if any orderly's were out. Then she slowly moved a faulty bar that was supposed to cover the window. Then another one, and another one until there were no bars on the window and she could practically taste freedom on her moist tounge.
quickly and silently, she slipped out of the window and put in the bars to leave them wondering how the great escape artist got out. She only had ten minutes before the nun would come to watch her wash up.
Running like the wind, she passed through the trees into the dark forest leaving the hospice into the cool evening air.
Harriet knew that they would know. She knew that It would take less than an hour before they would send the dogs after her.
They were after her, chasing and angrily biting at her ankles. She quickly got away through the trees. She jumped into the mud and grass when they rounded a giant oak. She rolled down the hill hiding under it before the dogs could catch up to her again.
Not knowing that taking a dive into the still nature would hide her scent from the animals that aiming to bring her back to their master, Harriet held her breath.
"Please don't look here," She thought slowing her breath and calming herself to be practically invisible, "please don't find me."
The blood hounds seemed confused for a moment. They were perplexed at the scent of the missing girl. They had no choice but to look in another place since there was no sign of there prey.
They left howling in frustration and agony upon their missing person. Leaving reluctantly knowing that they were going to most likely not going to get a treat from their master today.
Harriet waited until she could no longer hear the howls of sadness coming from both dogs. She slumped down in relief and happiness of her freedom.
She smiled first, then she giggled, and a route of jolly laughter erupted from her gullet. She was free.
It started drizzling and eventually started raining and Harriet laughed even harder.
Yes, this was a very important day...