By the time we got out of the pool, I was A walking prune. He and I went back up to his room and I said goodbye. He said he would see me tomorrow, but I don't think so. I have to go places. I don't have time to stay here. And I definitely don't have the money to stay here every night. I got back to my hotel room and changed into my pyjamas. I turned on the tv and took a soda from the mini refrigerator. Spongebob was on. I laughed a lot at the things that they did. Especially Patrick. He is my favourite character. When spongebob was over, I turned on some music. But I turned it on quietly, so no one complained. Dottie and I danced around for a little while and then I think we both got really tired. So I turned off the music and lights and went to sleep.
I woke up at around 3:30 AM due to a nightmare.
In my nightmare, they had found me. They ran for me and dottie. I screamed, but no one heard me. They were coming closer and closer.
This dream could only mean one thing.
They were here.
And they knew I was too.
I wandered about for a few hours. I felt sick. I was so scared. The minute the front counter opened for check out, I did. I thanked the lady and ran out. I heard someone calling my name, but I didn't turn around. I had to get out of here. I ran into the busy streets where I couldn't see above people and didn't know where I was going. I felt a few tears run down my cheeks. For 6 and 1/2 years I had been safe, and now that I had found a friend, they knew I was here. Perfect timing.
I suddenly felt someone's arms wrap around me and pick me up. I began to scream, but they shhh'ed me. It was Harry. He turned me around and hugged me.
"Oleander why did you leave without saying goodbye?" He asked
"They're coming for me. I need to get out of here." I cried.
"Who?"
"No one! Let me down! I need to go!"
"Let me bring you!" He pleaded.
"No!! Let me down and go back into the hotel!! I need to get out of here, and I don't need your help!!!!" I yelled.
I saw the tears in Harry's eyes.
"Call me if you need me, ok?" He asked, handing me a slip of paper.
I looked at him as I put the number in my pocket and turned around to walk away.
"Bye." I heard him softly call.
Now I had left my only friend. My tears began to fall faster. I quickly wiped them away. I had been told crying is a sign of weakness, and I'm not weak.
