Soulmates

Chapter 5 : Injuries

Step, Step, Step, Step, like the sound of the rhythmic clock that I would never have thought I'd prefer. I ran through this forest-like trail. It's odd, I thought I'd be more upset about this, but surprisingly, I'm taking this rather well. I mean, granted I killed in self-defense, but the point is that I still killed, and that's a terrible thing... yet I don't seem to care. Right now, all that was on my mind was getting out of here, and ensuring that no one was following me. My legs burned as I continued to force myself to run, my casts barely able to support this level of strain, my breathing was staggered and my shoulder aching from the bullet wound which was now being tested with the air and pressure being applied to it with my running. The slow realization then started to dawn on me, I should've kept the gun, I mean that could've very well been my only line of defense, and yet here I am, just leaving it behind. But then I shook that feeling off, I shouldn't want a murder weapon, especially one that was originally going to murder me, no matter how beneficial it may be.

Exhaustion slowly tested me more and more as I continued, two miles used to be nothing for me, but two miles with all of this added up, it's certainly a lot to put onto a guy. And after a few minutes, I had to stop to catch my breath and let the pain in my wound die down. I clutched my hand against the bullet hole, the sting of my hand being on the wound immediately making me remove my hand from that place. I couldn't bend forward without there being pain, thus that made catching my breath a bit harder. My lungs burning with pain as I tried to. However, I managed, and I continued to run forward, beating the pain that was in my shoulder if only briefly. I was now on a time-limit, it's only a matter of time before mom comes home, sees the bodies, and then calls the cops, and even though that time-frame could be up to seven to thirteen hours from now, it's still not that much time whenever it starts to tick down. I would know, I've been in detention longer than I've been in school so far because dumb fucking people think I need it.

The trail I was on was old, I don't know how old to be exact, but definitely something that hasn't been used in a while. The trees along the side had roots that would stick out along the path meaning I had to be extra cautious around them, and sometimes you'd come across the occasional weed in the midst of the path that I'd step on, eh not like it matters, they're just dandelions. Who the fuck gives a damn about useless dandelions? But other than that, the path was relatively clear and easy to spot in comparison to the rest of the forest.

Eventually, after a disappointing and painful hour of running, I started to see some streetlights in the distance, my home being far behind me. And then I emerged, sweaty, bloody, and exhausted, thankful to finally be out of that death trap of a forest. I didn't mention this, but despite it being a cold night it got up to around seventy degrees within that path from all the trees surrounding it, or maybe that was just me with my blood running down my shoulder and the added sweat. Anyhow, from what I can tell about this town there isn't much to it, it was small, maybe at most two hundred or so houses (And that seems to be including businesses as well.) Thankfully this should make it easier to traverse, but also it means that news will spread quicker and if what I've done spreads quickly enough I won't be safe for long. So, I should make my time here short and brief. What, expected me to say sweet? Yeah, I'm the exact fucking opposite bitch, don't think I'm getting soft just because I've been shot four times in the span of a few months.

So, first things first, I should find some place to stay for the night. Because I'm sure as hell not staying out here any longer than I need to. So, let's see how much money I have on me- Wait- I quickly pulled off my bag with my good hand and unzipped it and quickly sifted through it, clothes, clothes, books, a small knife (Which is barely sharp enough to even be considered one.) aaaaaand... absolutely no money to speak of. SON OF A BITCH, AUGH, Did I seriously forget to bring money? What kind of fucking idiot am I? You don't make a run for it with no money, what the fuck am I going to do? 'Sleep outside?' Yeah, fuck that. I'm not fucking homeless-well... actually I kind of am all things considered, but until someone notices the bodies I'm kind of in the middle. Augh, this is fucking stupid, I can't fucking believe this.