It's been 6 months later.I got a voicemail from my mother telling me that she luckily got my message.I was so relieve. We're sitting in class listening to Hannah Montana. The boys complained but sang along the most.Silly kids.I do enjoy them very much.Today I chose a white T-shirt ,a blue denim and a ponytail with my strawberry printed flip-flops.I've seen Jaco a few times,waved at him but he only gives me the cold shoulder,lovely.I didn't sum him up as that type of guy ,but people can be strange ,very strange and unpredictable.The devil himself is working on my pluming today,trying to link the pipes to my living space.At the end of this month I will go buy shower curtains to close up my toilet ,hand them all around just to have a little privacy.I bought mini gas stove , I warm up the water ,poor it into the zink , wash wat is necessary with a sponge ,wash my hair and than dry up. It's unpractical ,but it works somehow. I decided not to move into the town,I feel much safer on the farm somehow and I try to avoid the town.Oddly every time I walk to town ,Jaco will be there,like his camping there or something.I don't mind him being there , I feel saver.I mind him not talking to me. I don't even acknowledge him anymore.
"Before we end this day and step into the weekend ,I want to end off with a quote, 'Math tells us three of the saddest love stories.Tangent lines who had one chance to meet and then parted forever. Parallel lines who were never meant to meet. Asymptotes lines who can get closer and closer but will never be together.' " "I never thought about it like that" Anne says and the rest agrees. I like to mingle with their thoughts and give math a deeper meaning than equations.We clean up the classroom room : sweeping,dusting putting the chairs on the table. "Olivia,wll you please read us your joke ? " "My wife accused me of being immature.I told her to get out of my fort." I close up and walk back to my living area.Jaco was still busy with the pipes ,digging around , I walked past him ,grab a soda and sat on the front stairs looking at him.
"Jaco,do you hear that hissing sound." I question and look around searching for my answer. Jaco drop the ox ,rub his nose,breaths tiredly and looks around . "It's sounds like it's coming from the east side." He actually spoke his first sentence to me in six months-mind blowing.I look at my right side. "East is on your left" I respond with a weak smile and look to the left. "It is jarring to hear." I say. A sonic sound reaches the surface. The ground rumbles under us.My soul leaves my body ,I stare blankly at Jaco.His eyes are wide ,shock all over his face. "Jaco?" I ask in a shanking voice. "Valida breath." The hissing sound starts again and then a loud sonic sound reaches the surface.This time the sound was easier to identify ,like it's close by. "Valida,we have to go!" Jaco screams. I turn around ,run into my living space. "Valida! Come!" I scratch around in my bag ,I turn my head around still scratching to scream back at Jaco. "You rather wanting me to die from a panic attack or a bomb , 'cause the bomb part sounds a lot better!" Sirens comes from each side as I run out after Jaco.It's a loud ,high pitch sound - unstoppable. "Jaco ,wait!" "Come!" "I run as fast as I can ,kick off my flip flops to get some momentum.As I look behind while running as fast as I can, I see a bomb dropping into the surface and only sand spatters everywhere. Finally my pace is in sync with Jaco's.As we get nearer and nearer to the town , the sirens's and the citizens yelling ,crying , screaming -the sound is deafening. I pop a pill and start to pray under my breath.
Jaco and I crawl behind the bushes.I don't ask anything ,too afraid someone might hear us.I want to cry ,but crying would also make a sound ,so bitting my lip will have to do.
To my surprise we reach the cities train station.Relieve fills my lungs.Jaco stands up and I follow in his lead.I dust myself off a little ,but I can smell ,I spell like dust.We go thru a small empty building and reach the train door. My heart sank again. Before the train stands two men , covered in black clothing ,only their eyes available holding shotguns each. Jaco goes before me and shows a card to them.They let him in ,I follow but they stop me. "Do you have your green card with you?" his voice is thick and scaring. "No,I'm not a citizen,I work here." "Do you have a work Visa?" "Another no,this country don't require a Visa to get over the border.You just need your passport." "You have no record being on Afghanistan." "Jaco?" he looks in to my eyes ,hurt but he doesn't say anything. "Jaco ,please help me!" I plea. "he turns around and takes a seat in the train next to a window ,watching me.That helps nothing asshole.You turn a guy down and then he doesn't worry if you'll die,beautiful.I zap him and he looks away. Pathetic piece of shit. A tear leaves my eye and I look at the one man. "Please" ,a whisper leaves my lips. "Sorry,miss." I want to protest,fighting away the tears,by eyes fills with tears like shattered glass.I want to plea but I knife comes behind my neck , inches away from my bare neck.I breath harshly thru my nostrils , not daring to let a peep noise escape from my mouth.I'm sweating like a wet pig again.
"Hey honey." The man behind me whispers against my ear breathing down my neck. I think I wanne throw up.But if I do,I will need to bend my head forward meaning my throat will go thru the knife.Dead on the spot,no thank you.If I just throw up in my mouth I will most likely chock. I don't like that idea either. "WALK!" the man behind me says. Terrorist.
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