RUN

5.

I shielded my eyes from the morning light that had no trouble in peeking through the curtains and into my room. My body was stiff from falling asleep in front of the door. The area beneath my eyes burned and my neck ached from stiffness. I pushed myself up from the floor and walked into the bathroom. My refection startled me seeing that my hair was everywhere and my cheeks were shiny from tears.

          My head was pounding from the long night of crying. I was never going to escape him no matter how hard I tried. Now he is bound to show up and I don’t even know what he is going to do to me. My grip tightened on the edge of the sink.

 I might as well be dead.

I looked back up at my reflection and rubbed my eyes. My head was full of new ideas on how to escape him, all these thoughts being a natural instinct for me. But if I did run again, he would only find me again. This is now me giving up.

          I sighed and turned on the water, letting run for a few seconds before cupping my hands beneath it and splashing water onto my face. Water dripped off of my skin and back down into the sink as I dunked my face into the small pool of water again and rubbed my tired eyes. As my face dripped, I turning off the water and grabbed the towel that was on the closed toilet seat. I patted my face gently, drying it.

          Once I was finished, I walked back into the bedroom and picked up my bag that still was sitting by the door. I opened it up and took out the slightly damp clothes. Skeptically, I lifted the shirt I held to my nose and immediately regretted it when the stench of rotten flowers mixed with sour cream filled my nose.

As much as I don’t want to put on the badly smelling clothes, I also don’t have much of a choice. I took off my clothes and pulled on the shirt and a pair of wet jeans that I had to do an awkward dance in order to get into them. The milk was cold when I took it out and placed it down on top of the fridge beside a box of brand cereal.

It was then that I realized that I had forgotten to get paper bowls. I frustratingly sighed loudly and let myself fall back down onto the bed. Out of all the things I forget. I got back up and put the milk away in the fridge but took the box of cereal and sat down on the bed, leaning against the bed post. Pillows sat behind me, supporting me.

The box opened with ease and I stuck my hand in. The cereal was bland but I could care less about the taste; I was starving. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until I was already half way through the box. The last time I ate was the morning I flew.

I finished off the box of cereal and decided that if these were my last few days of being away from him before he came, that I might as well explore. I walked up to the door and slip on my shoes that sat by it. The only thing I picked up was my room key and a bit of money that I stuffed into my pocket, leaving the rest of my belongings behind and locking the door. I walk down the stairs and out onto the side walk. Not many cars passed by but I waited until it was clear before crossing the road and onto the beach. I took off my shoes and held them in my hand before walking onto the sandy beach. The sand slipped above my feet, covering them slightly.