How it Came to be

Chapter 14

"Hay Marcy have you seen Daysia, I went to her house but I didn't find her".
"She was going to see Doug today at the beach".
"To the beach, why would she do that"!
"To tell him that she still loves him".
"And you let her go"!
"Yea, she wanted to see him so bad, she didn't listen to me. Why do you care anyway".
"She..she is my girl friend".
"You want to go see what's going on"?
" Yes, come Marcy, I think Daysia might be in trouble".

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" Doug please"!
" No! I'm not going to let you get away from me, not this time"!

As he goes to get some rope from his car (he still hand his hand around my wrist) I somehow managed to run away. Once I was free, I ran as fast as I could, not looking back. I knew that Doug was hot on my trail, but I couldn't see where he was.

"I'll find you Daysia, I'll find you so that we can be happy together. I'm doing this for your own good. Daysia, sweetie! We need to talk"! I could hear him coming closer, I was tired of running, but I would not give up.

"Fine then! Daysia, I'll have to do this the hard way"!

My breath is cold", tears running gently down my pale face. My eyes are red and my lips dry. My head is now feeling as if it were squished between two solid brick walls coming closer every second. The past keeps hurtling toward the present, reminding me how it all came to be. One thing led to another and little by little it all came hurtling down torward me like a meteoroid falling from the emptiness of space. My hair is tangled, my heart is pumping blood through my body faster than ever before. Surprisingly my feet are full of blisters and my lungs are heavy and feeling as if they were about to collapse.

"How did I get myself into this" I thought

I sat agents a blossom tree to rest from all the running, now that I knew that Doug was looking for me somewhere else. I notice an old swing made out of rope tied one of the poor branch of the tree. It reminded me of my mothers cold, freshly squeezed lemonade. The sugary water was heaven after a long time on the swing. I start to remember of all of my poor life. I think of how my life all passed by in a blink. Hungry, cold, and fragile. I feel stupid, I feel that I should have been more careful with all of the decisions that I have made. Where have I gotten to with this. It has only caused misery and pain to my loved ones and I.

"Why have I chosen not to care, why don't I want to see reality"?