Fiction

Run - 6

The feeling is killing me. I couldn't stand in that muggy airport any longer. I had to get out. My skin was damp with sweat and my stomach churning. As soon as I sit down on an old nearby chair, the nausea takes over. My head starts to spin and the fact that I'm in danger begins to fog my brain. I can't think straight. Faces, numbers, and places run constantly through my head. Why did this have to be me? Why was I the one with this? Why did I have to know it all? Because that's what got me here, on the run in a third world country in an airport with nothing but a backpack and a plane ticket to my next hiding place. They're all after me, for what I know. For my brain and what it holds. The memories it possesses and the dark secrets I have acquired.

Bile rises in my throat and I frantically search for a bathroom. I find one on the opposite side and jump to my feet, stumbling over to the door. I burst through the door and trip over my own feet finally making it to a toilet. My knees drop to the floor and I prop my elbows on the toilet seat. My stomach turns and all of the contents that were in my stomach are now flushed down the toilet. I lean my head against the porcelain and try to calm myself and stop my head from spinning.

I slowly get back to my feet, leaning against the dirty bathroom wall. I stumble out to the sinks and lazily turn the knob letting the water run. Drying my hands on my pants, I exit the bathroom now thinking straight again. Taking note of the man standing outside the bathroom I walk faster. Taking a glimpse over my shoulder, I see him follow me, along with two others. I break into a jog making my way to the gate. Turning around, I see that they're gaining on me, so I run, then sprint as they draw closer. I reach the gate out of breath, shaking with fear, frightening the other passengers boarding the plane. I push my way to the front gladly losing the people following me in the crowd. I reach the front and tell the lady checking boarding passes and pant out,

"I need to get on that plane. Now." I flash my passport at her and her eyes widen and she moves aside allowing me to run down the walkway to the plane. Looking back one last time, I see them standing at the back of the crowd looking straight out of the big glass windows. At me.