Jan. 19 at 8:36 pm
So scared, adrenilin racing through my veins. I knew where I was. They had found me.
Jan. 19 at 8:40 pm
Searching for my safe haven. I spot the closet
Jan. 19 at 8:42 pm
Though I should have known it wouldn't be that easy. His laughter, thick with a russian accent mocked me as I stood up.
Jan. 19 at 8:45 pm
Scared out of my wits. I listen for where the source of his mockery came from.
Jan. 19 at 8:50 pm
But like the sirens earlier, it echoed all around me, coming from all side.
Jan. 19 at 8:53 pm
Please let this be some lucid dream.
Jan. 19 at 8:55 pm
I spotted the source of the Russians haunting laughter, a speaker set into the desk by my bedside.
Jan. 19 at 8:56 pm
"You are a silly girl," he mocked me. "You think you can run from your past?"
Jan. 19 at 9:02 pm
"What past?" I speak back. "Who are you?"
Jan. 19 at 9:03 pm
"All those days of running. Give in, it's what your father would have wanted." Anger boiled inside me.
Jan. 19 at 9:09 pm
"Why do you want my father?" My anger now revealed through my response.
Jan. 19 at 9:16 pm
Little did he know that I had never even met my father. I only remember three words he had ever told me. Don't stop running.
Jan. 19 at 9:21 pm
He just stared. Those deep hazel eyes. He's not looking at me anymore. He's looking at my soul.
Jan. 19 at 9:21 pm
I had lived by these words all my life.
Jan. 19 at 9:25 pm
Why would I change now, if I was in a tough situation, I would do what I always did. I would run.
Jan. 19 at 9:49 pm
He just observes my debate within. He knows what i'm thinking.
Jan. 20 at 12:39 am
In my mind, I know this is all a trap. If I run, they will tie me down and lock me away for sure. If I do what they want, maybe they will let me go. But what are the chances in that? My legs ache for speed, my feet scream for pavement beneath, instead of this--this--this hospital bed. My arms, tied down, want to punch through the walls. Tears stream down my face.
Jan. 20 at 12:40 am
PS sorry for the long reply!
Jan. 20 at 7:34 am
Why was it I who had to learn the secrets? Why was it I who had to be the pawn, the messenger, the one running through dead man's land just to try and find an ounce of freedom from this torture?
Jan. 20 at 7:58 pm
I felt trapped, with no hope of escape. Doubt corroded my thoughts and fear paralized my body.
Teen Ink
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