Nat (one shot past)

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11th November 2016, Moskow
Hey. My name is Natasha Karonovovova. I’m currently thirteen and I live in Moskow with my wonderful dad but without my mom. It’s weird because my dad NEVER says anything bad about my mom, even though she left him after she gave birth to me. I guess he still loves her. Total SIMP move if you ask me.
What do I look like you ask? Well, I have straight blonde hair and grey eyes. I’d also say I’m pretty muscular.

Yesterday, my dad came to me while I was eating breakfast and told me that we had to leave Russia because they are hunting him down. If you’re wondering why it’s because he's working on nukes. He stole some of their data, at least it's what they think. I honestly don't believe that my dad would ever do anything like that. But my father told me that they would hunt him down and not stop until they found him, so I knew I had no choice but to leave.

One-day flashback
"Natasha, we have to go fast, pack your clothes and leave everything else behind. They are after me" Vladimir, my dad, tells me in a hurry. I drop my spoon in the cereal bowl and run to my room to start packing. I could feel my heart pounding faster and faster every second. This was the first time in my life that I ever experience so much fear all at once. I grab my bag and run outside as my dad packed all the money we have. He then pours oil all over the house and throws a burning match as we run away, leaving everything else to burn, in our big winter clothes.

After a few minutes of catching our breath, he explains what we were going to do now and where we were going to go. He tells me that we were leaving for the US because we will be safe there. He tells me about my mom and how she had to go back to America a short time after she gave birth to me. The adrenaline vanished slowly and I could feel the coldness reaching my bones.

12th December 2016
It’s been just over a month since dad and I have been on the run. We’re heading to Bremerhaven right now. We’re going to try to get on a ship because we don’t have enough money to buy a plane ticket right now. We barely survive from water from lakes and rivers and from stealing food and I learned how to steal the best from supermarkets. I’m able to calculate where the security cams can't see me. It's pretty easy cause all you need to know is the height of the camera and the angle it’s pointing in. There’s always a blind spot. We’re trying to get to the united states as soon as possible because dad thinks that the followers are catching up to us.

15th December 2016, Bremerhaven
We arrived in Bremerhaven today and we need to get to the boat in ten minutes or it’ll leave. Dad is really panicked.

1 hour later
We managed to sneak onto the boat safely. Dad seems to have calmed himself down now. I’m really excited because we will be in the US in 1 week. We won’t have to run anymore.

19th December 2016, United States
We’re finally in the US! It’s wonderful! Dad isn’t worried at all anymore.

23rd December 2016, Washington
We’re now in Washington for our papers. Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head like someone hit me with something and then everything went black.

I don't know where I am. It's dark almost completely dark. I try to move my hands, but they’re tied together around the back of the chair I’m strapped to. As my eyes start to adjust, I see my dad next to me, tied and strapped into a chair. I was about to speak when I heard the door creak open and I see two men enter the room. They untie my hands and the hands of my father. Before I could do anything, they punch my dad in the stomach and he spits blood. They take him to a chain, where they tie his hands."Tell us everything you know or will kill him, Natasha" they say. "I don't know anything" I yell, fear entailed in my voice. "We aren’t stupid. Tell us where the suitcase is. NOW" they say with a voice which was awful. "Okay, okay it's in Berlin. At the Museum island. It's buried right next to the Pergamon museum" I tell them, my voice hurried and with a bit of fear. The man points a gun at my dad. “Wait what are you doing you said you wouldn’t kill him” I scream, with all the strength I could conjure. "You really thought we wouldn't kill him? How silly" they say.
I had to think of a plan. I just had to. My brain started to work fast, and then I got it. I hear a bullet fire from the gun. I see my dad falling down to the ground with the chair, blood rushing out of his head. It was too late. Anger runs through my blood as I run to the man who killed my father. I punch him in the stomach with all my strength. He spits blood at my face as he fell down to the ground. The other man tries to hit me with his gun, but I jump to the right, he misses me and I hit him in the face, he falls down to the ground. I grab his gun and make another plan, a plan to get out of this house. I open a door and I immediately hear an alarm. Shoot. There are staircases up and down. I think about the gunshot. It wasn't exactly quiet, so we have to be underground. I run up the staircase and then up another one. I start to see a bid of sunlight and a guard in front of the door. I shoot him in his knee and push him away. I start running and moving in zig-zag, so he wouldn’t be able to shoot me. I run for 10 minutes straight. I look behind me and see no one chasing me. So I stop running and just walked with my hand at the gun.

24th December 2016
I walk until it’s dark. I see at a kiosk that it's the 24th of December. I lost my dad a few hours ago. It took me a second to take it in. I lost him at the holy evening, the time we would have gotten our presents in Russia. I continued when suddenly I bumped into a guy. He looks older than me and a bit shy. "Oh shoot, sorry," I say. "No problem. I’ve been looking for. We have to get to a safe place. Quickly" he says. I try to raise my gun because I think he’s here to kill me but he holds his hands in the air to show he wasn’t trying to do anything. “I’m not here to hurt you. We have to go to New York" he says. For some reason, I felt like I could trust him. "Okay. But only if I get to keep my gun and be in control of the situation" I say.
The moment we sat down in the car, I slowly started realizing that I lost my dad, I couldn't help myself, the first year ran down my face, and then I started crying and screaming, with pain.

And that's the story of how I got to CHB.