Nightmares and Recovery

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Natasha P.O.V.

My body....I can't move it.

Wait, don't say that. I will move it just slower.

Pain. Pain. Pain. My body in Pain.

My body shook with pain and from being cold. I wore a thin white shirt and pair of worn and torn short light brown pants. I grunted as I pushed myself against the concrete wall. My fingers were numb but I could still feel them grasping the edge of the wall. 'Come on, Nat! Get to the Window.' I urged myself. I was home alone. My captor went out to get something. But I did not take a chance. I need to get away from him. From everything. But fear grips me. 'He could come back at any time. But If I stayed more pain will come.' I reached the window seeing it was dark out. The moon shined and lit up the small room that was really a basement. Despite me being in pain, I gathered my strength in my hand wrapping it with a thick cloth. And I broke the window. I crawled my way slowly due to the glass through the window. I took off running-well limping in the forest. Tree branches whipped my face and legs but it doesn't hurt. I stopped briefly. My green gaze set on that house. That house I will NEVER see again. I kept on running. I was getting further and further away. I didn't realize I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I came in contact with a vehicle.

'Am I Dead?' I thought. I laid there almost like a baby in a womb. My eyes squinted a little gazing at the person who hit me. It was a man. The man's shadow came near me kneeling over. I whimpered at his closeness. I felt a warm cloth on my body. I realized it was a coat.

"Oh, Jeez, I didn't see you. Miss? Hey, miss are you alright?" He asked.

I couldn't respond due to the dizziness.

I just laid there...hoping...wishing...wishing to let me be free again.

"Hey, don't give up on now, ya hear?" The man said sternly to me. I felt his arms wrapped around me. I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to be left alone.

"Hey, do ya hear me, Miss. You better not give up. Cuz I'll be waiting for ya." The man spoke reassuringly. He place me in his front seat to him. I heard the truck door slam shut. I flinched at the sound. "Whoa, hey. I am sorry about that." The man apologized. I dozed off to sleep. I heard him again. "Don't you worry. I'll get help."

But why? Why would you save me?

A/N: Well I think this is off to a great start.

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