We 7 Forever

Chapter 62: Anastasia

Anastasia At Tsarkoe, 1916
I sit on the edge of my bed as the ship lurches into port, finally I'm safe I don't dare let out a sigh of relief just yet. It feels like forever since I've felt safe again. Even if I acted like it on captivity I just wanted everyone else to feel happy and safe and not on edge all the time. I stand up and grab my kerchief quickly wrapping it over my head I've heard rumors that the Damn Bolsheviks are trying to take over the Crimea. If some of them are already here I have to be careful. I slip out the door with my small bag in hand. I hurry down the thin corridors up to the top deck, I can't see Dima again, he was a friend that remains on this boat. I'm anxious to get out of this dark and narrow ship. I race up to the top and try to get to the gangplank but an arm shoots up in front of me. "Leaving already Anya?" I look up and see Dima towering over me in the sun. I tear myself away, "I just needed some air." I lie and he stands with his arms crossed. Just like papa used to...I lay on my stomach underneath Alyoshas bed with Jimmy and he holds the string that's attached to a chair leg across the room. He lays beside me and I press my fingers to my lips to make him be quiet. We both watch with wide eyes as Olishka walks in the room with Igor next to her deep in conversation with her and listening intently. I watch as Olga runs into the invisible trip wire and starts to fall but Igor catches her and flushes bright red in the face quickly letting her go as I scramble out from under the bed. "I got you!" I yell at her and start running down the halls of Tsarkoe. I can hear her yell my name after me but I don't stop. "You were going to live without saying goodbye." He states simply but I just look over his shoulder, Livadia is so close to her maybe two miles, if he would just get out of the way! "I told you I have to go, goodbye." I run under his extended arm and run quickly down the gangplank. I run and I run for what seems like hours until my lungs are burning. I finally collapse onto a rock gas ping for my breath to come into my lungs. Then I look up and see it, its gleaming white walls shining in the sunlight like an angel in a toga. Livadia.