𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 | english adaptation

𝐈𝐈𝐈

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𝗌𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗂𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗋

AS THE HOURS passed, the plan to leave this house, and this country, became more feasible, especially at the thought of being able to attend my late grandmother's funeral. 

It wasn't clear to me what I could do to travel from one country to another, neither had I taken the time to research it, but anything would be better than spending the night in this building without being able to do anything to remedy everything that had happened.

It was late, past dinner time, so my mother and siblings were already sleeping like logs. It was to be expected, they had been crying for hours, just like me.

I got out of bed and crept out, or as much as I could, to the kitchen where my mother's purse was. 

I took a thousand dollars out of my mother's wallet and in a backpack that I took, I put junk food; french fries, cookies, soda... whatever I could find and it went in. 

I went back to my room quietly and put on sweatpants, with a sweatshirt along with sneakers. 

I stuffed as many clothes for two days into my backpack as I could and quietly left the apartment, leaving my phone on the desk next to my laptop.

I ran down the stairs until I got out of the building and into a park next to the house, which was in total darkness, thanks to the absence of streetlights.

I was walking and looking in all directions, making sure no one saw me or followed me, and suddenly it started to rain, accompanying the plot of the moment.

—Great, what's going to happen now?— I said to myself in a whisper.

I started running through the streets, without looking, trying not to get wet and get to a place where I could take shelter from the rain or if possible find a cab.

But for some reason, the streets were desolate, there wasn't a soul on them, let alone cars.

That wouldn't stop me. I would go back to Spain as soon as possible so that I could give my grandmother a proper farewell.

I was about to cross a huge street when I was in the middle of it, I heard the screeching of a car.

At that exact moment, I knew I would never forget that sound.

I looked towards the place of origin and a foggy gray car was about to run me over, I couldn't see who the driver was thanks to the vehicle's headlights.

All I could do was cover my head with my arms, dropping my backpack on the ground.

Nothing logical since that wouldn't prevent my death, but in this situation, it was the only thing I managed to do.