Don't Run Away

Chapter 2

Hey readers! This is my second chapter... Don't worry it's not as long winded as the first chapter!! .. anyway enjoy!

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Amanda's POV

I gain consciousness slowly, only being able to see the red behind my eyelids. I tiredly groan and stretch my arms out above my head. I find myself punching my fists into some kind of empty fabric. "Huh...?" I mumble to myself. I rapidly blink my eyes, struggling to keep them open.

I rub my fingers together, circling something moist, sticky and grainy all over my hand. I take my other hand and pry my eyes open, trying to stay awake. I look at my palms and see... what is that? Mud? Why is there mud on my hands...

I start remembering where I am, slowly becoming aware. My eyes dart from my left to my right, looking at my surroundings. I am sitting under a hammock, the hammock that I fell asleep on earlier. That's right, I fell asleep, wait. Does that mean that the green chair was a dream? But, it felt so real. I mean, it must of been a dream. It's ridiculous, I am in a place that no one but my dead father and my best friend know about. Who could have kidnapped me?

I dazedly push the hammock aside above my head and stand up, tipping over a few times. I sink my butt into the green material and yawn. I stare at the beautiful blue sky above my head for a few minutes, not actually paying any attention. But when I really start to think about it, panic sets in. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no! I fell asleep at 8, the sky was turning a purple shade of red. Right now the sky is blue. Blue!

Crap, I am so dead. Mom is going to kill me! I jump up from the hammock and dash to the path home. Even though my legs are buzzing from just waking up, I still run as fast as my basketball legs can carry me.

I am home quickly and when I see the thick trees come to an end, I stop in my tracks. I can see mom in the window. She is pacing back and forth on the phone, and let me just say this, she doesn't look happy. I can see behind her short black hair that the veins on her pale neck are popping out farther than her nose.

I stand hunched over in the bush until I am getting pains in my calves from being so still. I wait for mom to disappear from the window, but she doesn't budge. My chest starts to whine inside of me, I realize it's because I've been holding my breath. I start to let air flow again, but my choppy breathing turns to an anxious wheeze. Oh god, I gotta' calm down, I'll never be able to do this is I am so friggin’ nervous.

In through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the nose, out through the mouth. I close my eyes and tell myself to relax.

When I open my eyes again, mom has already left to the kitchen. Without thinking, I sprint to the porch. With my back hunched over, I tiptoe up the stairs. Out of the corner of my eye, I see mom heading back to the window. I gasp and move to the door. All I can do is press my back against the wood and hope she doesn't see me.

I have to stay as still as I can while listening to the faint screams of mom. I haven't even been this close to her all month. This makes one little tear slip down my cheek. I miss the way mom and I used to be, when suddenly a memory of us together is thrown at me...

"Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Amaandaa, happy birthday to you!" Every one sings as mom brings out the lit cake, with a smile on her face.

"Wow, 7 years. George our little baby is growing up." Mom takes a picture of me smiling ear to ear over the cake, while dad puts his arm over her shoulders. "Blow out the candles honey!" Mom and Dad chime. I hear her camera click to video.