Flying with Sparrows

Chapter 3- Run.

Chapter 3- Run.

              The first thing I felt was the pounding in my head. It rang throughout my ears and felt as if someone smashed me in the temple with a vase. The next feeling was a wave of nausea that made my stomach twist.

               A light groan escaped my lips and I heard people talking; it was probably my mom trying to wake me up. I restlessly turned over and I felt something brush past my head. What the...

              "Is she waking up? I thought you used five milligrams, dumbass." The voices began to come clearer and I stilled. My breathing stopped and I squeezed my eyes shut, pretending to be asleep. Where am I?! I panicked.

               "Yes I did! You probably don't even know what a milligram is, stupid." The other voice scoffed. Milligrams? Milligrams of what? Who were these people? Definitely not my mom. I prayed for the two people to keep arguing so I could get hints to regain my memory.

                 I tried to feel around with my hands so I could get some kind of idea of what was happening. My fingers brushed the leather seat and I realized I was in a car. My wrists burned and I tugged them apart, but they were stuck together somehow. I winced as it irritated my hands even more. Zip ties.

               "Well it obviously wasn't enough, was it? I thought midazolam was supposed to knock her out for at least two hours." The voice emphasized on the word 'least'. Midazolam? Wait.... I tensed as I put all the puzzle pieces together. I was drugged. My breathing began to speed up, but I pinched myself to not dare make a sound.

                I knew what midazolam was because of my mom's job at the pediatric hospital, and it was an anesthetic used on the patients. As a kid, I was so interested in all the cool medicines they had. I remember my mom showing me around the building and me pointing to all the labeled bottles asking what they did. She would explain it to me and I would let out a series of oo's and ah's.

                "Shut up. I know what I'm doing," the slightly deeper voice replied. Suddenly, the car jerked up and it caused me to shift over to the right, where someone was sitting. I froze. "Passero needs to have her asleep when we get there." Who's Passero? It sounds Italian. There were so many questions that I wanted to have answered at that exact moment, but I wasn't planning on sticking around to get them.

                 My plan on getting out of this situation was simple. I just needed to jump out of the car when they opened the door and run away. I also needed to get the zip ties off of my wrists. Ok, maybe this plan wasn't so simple. Where would I run? They could easily catch up. I would have to hide.

                 "Passero isn't all that, stop treating..."

                 "And if he heard you say that?" I imagined the voice was my teacher, menacingly raising his eyebrow and waiting for an answer.

                 "He doesn't deserve-"

                 "We're almost here." Orson interrupted in a monotonous voice. He sounded tired of arguing.

                 For the rest of the car ride, I laid on the car seat planning out how I would get back home. I was pretty confident about my escape and I wasn't going down without a fight. I may look innocent, but I know how to leave a mark.

                  I felt the car come to a stop and my heart raced. I needed to do this quick, or else something bad was going to happen. I could feel it.

                   Once I thought the car doors were going to open, we suddenly jolted to a start again. The ride was getting bumpy and I predicted we were driving over some sort of rocks or mulch. Where are they taking me? I thought, confused. If we were in the woods.... That wouldn't end well. I've seen way too many thriller movies where the girl gets buried deep in a forest, underneath the trees, nowhere to be found. The thought of me being buried in a forest made chills run up my spine. I wouldn't let that happen.