𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒕

𝕀𝕀𝕀 - 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕤

It probably took less than two minutes, but I ran to the point where I couldn't see the house anymore. I was still close enough to see the smoke, but I didn't hear the sirens.

'Longest two minutes of my fucking life... at least no one called the cops..'

I thought as I started to slow down, catching my breath from all that running.
Sometimes, the feelings inside me make the world seem a bit colder than it actually is. I could feel the nights breeze on my skin, getting goose bumps. It was just enough to make me shiver, yet not enough to make me so cold.

I looked up, and as I was lifting my head, I could only see tall, dark trees hovering above me.
I was in the forest now...on the edge of one, more precicley. I was still standing on the road, waiting for a car and ready to lift my thumb any time.

"I don't care who drives by, I'm getting out of here. Far, far away."

I thought, no matter how weird someone may be, even if I get murdered, I'm leaving this village, this house, this prison...

I was running the whole time, and I was exausted...and really thirsty.

"I really need to stop for a moment, am I, hallucinating?"

I could see two yellowish lights in the dark, aproaching me. They looked like the eyes of some creature, or, more like the eyes of that drop of hope,I still had left in me. It was just enough for me to -

"HEEEYYY!!! STOP!"

I wave my hands in the air as I stand in front of the car, shouting at the driver. I couldn't see them, but I only saw one thing that made me think "fate" was a blessing.

"taxi".

The car wheels screached as it stoped, right in front of me, nearly driving over my legs.
I ran to the back door, and before I opened them, only a single thought crossed my mind:

'fuck it!'

I get in, slamming the door shut after me, locking them.
I glance to the driver through his miror. I could only see his eyes, but I could tell this guy was shitless scared and pissed of at the same time.

He still looked back at me, warmly and... smiled?

"Good evening ma'am, where t-"

"DRIVE!!!"

I yell at him as i cling onto the passenger seat squeezing it.
He hits the pedals and starts driving.

"NO, NO! THE OTHER WAY!"

"There's no need for you to yell!! Stop being so rude and just tell me your destination!"

I look at this guy, questioning his detective skills: 0

I slowly reach over to my back pocket, grabbing the gun.

"Listen you mother fucker, I said DRIVE. THE. OTHER. WAY."

I put the gun to his head, ready to shoot his brains out. Only, I wasn't a murderer (well, now I kinda was), and the gun wasn't loaded at all. I press it aginst his head harder, as I see him starting to shake.

"NOW."

He, without a word, turns the car around, and at full speed drives away.

Thats how I met Jett.