Jail time

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The fourth day from when i was running. No food was to find, i drank water from the ponds that i found on my way that i considered good enough to drink from. My arm was bleeding. On the first two days i thought i was going to die because i will remain bloodless like a vampire or a zombie but after i got used to it i considered that i could use it as camouflage. If i see anyone getting too close i lay down and i will look like a cheetas last super.

Delicious.

I guess that after this bloody experience i could become a surgeon or better a coffin carrier. Of course this are beautiful dreams but right now i have to think of only one single action that will decide my destiny: TO SURVIVE.

For four days i leaved a miserable life but in an awkward, concerning reason i felt free. The stars, the fresh air and the constant running were the perfect way to prepare for a marothon so that was what i was going to do. Run. For the sake of the marathons.

My plan was to sneak in to the nicest boat that was coming and hope that it will ship me ro the states were o could continue my life as normaly as possible. I was wrong. Ther were no nice ships! The nicest one had a skull and many tattoed men on it. It was a very big one so there was no problen leaving there unobseved but the guards were controlling every ship for any ticketless pessengers. Me. This was the only place i could get out from this island and my dad knew that very well. How could i pass by 20 well-muscled bodyguards that were looking for one thing. Daddy's girl.

On the sixth day or whatever day it was (lost track of daytime and nightime) i managed to climb on an anchor of a massive slimt boat without being detected. Unfortunately the boat was trabsporting dead fish towards ine of my dad's...no, kidnaper's centers. There he would throw them in a whole which was cosidered endless by the crew if that boat because they were transporting fish there sice i was brought to the island. 'Why were the fish dead?' Was my question but it was a mind-question. The fish were killed for the oil in them. That oil was used for every meal i had or princess ,how they called me, had. Maybe i was kidnapped but the person who kidnapped me, loved me. It was too late for emotions. I hot on the boat and there was no way i could be stopped. At least that is what i thought. When i said that i wasn't seen by anyone i was wrong. The crew knew what was going on and turbed the ship without me knowing it. Freedom turned out to be an illusion.
'Got her sir. She is safe and sound'.
'She would better be. If my daughter has a single scratch my face will the last one you will see.' The crew gulped all at once when they heard the sinister threat. I felt the same as they were. In less than 3 hours my shoulder wound will be treated and i will be licked up in m room for... forever.

This can't happen.

Even if they found me it is better that i found out cause now i had time to think of a breakthrough. Is that even possible? I am in the middle of the ocean and i am heading with full speed to a jail from which you can't get out. Possibilities were getting lower and lower as i vot as close to the island as i could see it. The crew bandagedmy arm and said tgat it could get infected so i would better go to see a doctor. My mind was somewhere else. In a world in which in which i wasn't a trophee of a revengeful bussiness man. A world in which my family was waiting for me at the door every time i came home from school. A world in which i had a brother or a sister.

That world was disappearing with every inch i got closer to the Island of Misfortune.

The plans wore draining because my father ordered for no ship to leave the dock until i get of the boat. My only chance was... the police. Police officers were sometimes passing by this place hoping that they will find a mission. The mission was on the island! Boats of other people like tourists or fishermen were impossible to find. My father killed all the living fish on a depth of 60 meteres so they lost hope a long time ago. Police. I had my base on the police. The ship stopped and i knew then that i had no chance of escaping.




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