No no no not the black. Not the choking dark. Not the plastic bag. Panic overwhelmed her, forcing the air from her lungs. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. The metallic taste of fear rises in her throat. I need to do this. It's the only way. Be still. Be calm. Breathe slow. Breathe shallow. Just like he said. This will be over soon. It will be over, and then I will be free. Free. Free.
Go. Now. Run. Run. Run. Go. She runs hard and fastest doesn't look back. Fear drives her forward as she dodges a few late night shoppers in quest to flee. Luck is with her, the automatic doors are open. She flies under the gaudy Christmas decorations and through the entrance into the parking lot. On and on She runs. Between the parked cars and into the woods. She runs for her life, down a small dirt path, through brambles, small branches slapping her face. She runs until her lungs are bursting. Go. Go. Go. Don't stop.
Cold. Cold. Too cold. Fatigue fogs her brain. Fatigue and the cold. The wind howls through the trees, through her clothes, and into her bones. She huddles beneath a bush and gathers the fallen leaves to build a nest with numb hands. Sleep. She needs sleep. She lies down on the cold, hard ground, too tired to be afraid and too tired to weep. The others. Did they get away? She closes her eyes. Did they escape? Let them be free. Let them be warm..... how did it come to this?
She wakes up lying between trash cans, wrapped in newspapers and cardboard. She's shivering. She's so cold. But she needs to move on. She has an address. She thanks her nana's God for the address. With shaking fingers she unfurl the paper. Thus is where she needs to go. Now. Now. Now.
One foot in front of the other. Walk. It's all she can do. Walk. Walk. Walk. Sleep in doorway. Wake and Walk on. Walk. She drinks water from the sink at the McDonald's. The food smells enticing.
She's cold. Hunger claws at her stomach. And she walks and walks, following the map. A stolen map. Stolen from a store. A store with twinkling lights and festive music. She hild scrap of paper with the little strength she's left with. It's worn and torn from so many days hidden in her boot. Tired. So tired. Dirty. So dirty and cold and frightened. This place is her only hope. She raises her trembling hand and presses the doorbell.
Mahek is expecting her. Her mother wrote ans told her. She welcomes her with open arms. And then backs away quickly. Jesus, child. What happened to u? I was expecting you last week!
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