Runaway

wake up call

The crunch of gravel, and the chirps of birds rang though my ears as my eyes opened to the glistening glow of mornings light. In my newly awakened state a simple thing dawned on me - Crunch of gravel. My body, which was seconds ago hunched over, flew into an upright position. I rose my nimble-like fist into a fighting stances, my shoulders squared, a cold mask consumed my features; a mask of no fear. The door in which I closed in a rush last night, was seemingly tugged on. hinges squealed as it opened, crying out not to be moved. I held a gasp back, screwing my eyes shut as I waited. In reality what was seconds, seemed like hours, a common- yet honest exaggeration. Out of plain curiosity- I opened my right eye. As I glanced through the cracked door, the shadow of a lengthily figure darkened the tracks behind him. I couldn't hold back the gasp I had this time. As the shrill cry of the door rang out once more, I withered away- my fighting stances dying like the bravery I once held. When the tall body emerged from its hiding place behind the door, I myself let out a shrill cry. In that very second my dignity did not matter- nor did the tears threatening to spill over from my eyes. I did not move. I held my breathe. Not a single noise feel as silence consumed the air. The intruder stopped his movements- his. Dread coursed through my veins, chilling me to the bone. The bile that seemed to rise in my throat Stopped when the whisper of a raspy- yet smooth voice uttered,

'lyric? ' My eyes sprang open with surprise, then widened with embarrassment. As a hiccup left my raw and parted lips my shoulders sagged in relief. His approach to me was not one to be expected. Fast, swift, and determined he made his way over to me. It was unreal as he folded himself into a crouched position- right in front of me. For the second time sense I've know him, Chris placed his hands on my forearms- in which were wrapped around my knees; holding them to my chest. He looked at me once, searching, analyzing my face, trying to decipher something- anything . With no avail- his warm hands ran up the length of my arms- running over my back then pulling me into him. For five-in -a-half years I have never once cried, but then- without a thought- I sobbed willingly and shamelessly into his chest. He held me there, never letting me go. only tightening his grip as a fierce sob would rack through me. He cooed sweet nothings in my ear as he gently swayed us back and forth- an action i didn't know he was doing until only seconds before.

I don't know when, or how, but I must have fallen asleep wrapped in the warm comforting embrace of Chris' arms. As I awoke, I realized that I was curled up against his side, my arms wrapped around his torso, and my head against his chest. He was sound asleep himself, his back leaning against the cold metal wall, his head tilted slightly to the left. His arms in which I was incased tightened as I moved. normally The fact that I was this close to someone bothered me, made me feel on edge- yet with him I felt safe. It felt as if for once I had nothing to worry about. I broke from his hold on my waist, hesitant In fears of waking him. He stirred slowly, green irises peeking out from behind thick brown lashes. Without a second thought I highest him once more, but this time. I was at peace - I woke up from my night mare. As I retreated from my awkward embrace, I knew, I needed a Wake up call.