-J E O P A R D I Z E ✤

✤- C A U G H T. CH.2.

We don't develop courage by being happy everyday.
           We develop it by surviving difficult times and challenging adversity.
                                                - Barbara de Angelis

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◐-C h a p t e r  T w o ...◑

  ❝ I'LL OPEN THE DOOR! ❞ Danny runs away but I grasp him immediately.

❝ No! Maybe it's a thief, ❞ I whisper.

❝ A robber in the morning? That doesn't make any sense. ❞ He's accurate. But my parents have already left, and they wouldn't smash the door this way. The image of my crime gets me flutter on my poor feet, ❝ Go hide under your bed, now! ❞

❝ What for? ❞ I drag him upstairs without hesitation, take out a small card that's coated with mom's phone number and hand it to him.

 ❝ Copy these numbers to call mom later. Tell her I love her. Whatever you do, don't tell them that I'm gone.❞ I secure him under his mattress and take out a dozen of filthy clothes tossing them around him until he's finally invisible to the view. ❝ Don't even dare mentioning that you have a sister. ❞

❝ What are you talking about? What's going on? ❞ his voice becomes inaudible.

If I only knew the answer..

I ignore him and plunge down the staircases smoothly, but in a rush. When my feet finally hit the ground, I slowly crawl to one of the windows and glide the curtains out of my way. I see couple of men in police clothes. ❝ Open the door or else! ❞ A voice behind the wall speaks. Their fists are so harsh that the door started crying wood to the floor. My mind blacks out for a minute.

I dash to my room again and shut the door. ❝ By the way, does that mean I can have your soda can? ❞ My brother's voice chimes out.

❝ shush! ❞ In a rush, I quickly drag myself to a window and roll the glass upwards. I rise on it's railing, ❝I love you, Danny. Do as I told you ❞ I disappear from my room and hear three voices at once:

- ❝ NOOO!! ❞ Danny screaming for me.
- ❝ Don't forget to keep your eyes on Danny, dear. ❞ Mom echoing inside my head.
- ❝ That's it, We're coming in! ❞ Police shouting and the door finally shatters.

And I got three replies to all:

- I'm so sorry, Danny. But I have to.
- I should keep my eyes on myself from now on, mom.
- Cops, you will never catch me!

Cold wind brushes my skin and my breath accelerates. My room's in the third floor of our mansion, so I'm basically going to jump from a five stories building to the edge of death; underneath the ground. The outer wall building is so silky and gentle and there's nothing to grab to. So it's either I flatten my hand to the wall to keep myself steady, or just commit suicide. To add more, there's no garden or whatever around our house, except the regular street of danger. Great. 

However, I spot a pole that's standing 20 inches away from my place. I slowly dawdle towards it mumbling nonsense. Don't look down nor anywhere, so you wouldn't fall, is a phrase that I keep repeating. I can't help but ignore it and bend my head to meet my feet, who are in a stilled position to the tiny 4 inches ground. One more step and you'll die. Oh and don't breath too. ❝ Seriously? ❞

I finally grab it and wish to never let go of the pole, but I have to get to the corner of the building. I shake my head hopelessly. After that, I finally reach the corner and do a little boogy-dance inside my mind. I made it!

But that's not the end yet.

My head languidly looks down and I feel a twitch in my stomach. I witness two workers holding an enormous trampoline, marching towards my aim.

I know that I'll never make it this time, although, I should jump on it anyways. Unfortunately, nobody is born with three lives just like video games. My life is special and gifted, but I don't think I did any peaceful work with my powers. The only thing I'm missing right now is telepathy. I giggle, which is a bad idea that the edge I'm standing on starts to crack due to the mass I add. ❝ Dear life, when I say 'Can my day get any worse,' that is a rhetorical question, and not a challenge. Yours truly, Psycah. ❞

But in fact, death doesn't scare me. What scares me most is that I have to face what I have to face for death, and it's painful. Do I have to do that? My head speaks, Is spending the rest of my life in jail getting tortured, better than losing a life?

I have no answer.

❝ HELP! My sister's in danger! ❞ I hear my brother yelling. Since when did he even abide my rules anyways, I knew that this was coming. Thank you, brother. I taught you English very well. Idiot! A head peeks out of the room window scanning the atmosphere and I feel my soul has left me already.

❝ Clear. She must've escaped. ❞ He says. If looking at them gives me the willies, then what did I leave for the rest?

Eh, I prefer jumping.

I bounce my knees and fall like a newborn bird. I spread my arms and legs fly myself between those two workers who are against each other standing, negotiating about which direction leads to their destination. Falling down is as hard as it seems. Take it from me, it feels like a huge Niagara falls rushing through your nose and mouth, making you breathless.

My body lands on the soft material and sink in until I feel my back touching the ground. Once of the co-workers shocks himself, ❝What the-❞

I raise my palm to stop him, ❝Please save it for later. I'm not a superhero.❞ The object pushes me out and I fly again. This time, I crash the ground.

I feel bad for people who died this way. I don't think anyone did. I feel bad for me then.

My body cranks as I let out a big moan. Coffee and a small magazine would ease everything out if I had any, but unfortunately I can't rest. Instead, I stand and start running away after I hear a yelling, ❝There she goes!❞

I let myself trail through the buildings that are tightly enclosed to each other, doing their best work to keep me squeezed in between. I follow my lead and try mazing them. I hear small screams while passing from side to side coming out from neighbors. I hide behind a nasty trash. It's not like they're going to waste their time and look for people in the dirt. Oh boy I am wrong. A cop's head pops out of nowhere and I can't help but scream my lungs out. I rush away from him again until I see another shadow racing towards me and another one behind. I roll myself to the streets where all the cars are breaking away from the police. I try crossing one of my streets feeling foolish of how I'm not applying one of mom's laws of looking left and right before I run. I regret once I get slammed by a vehicle.

My body travels up and my head gets slammed by the windscreen revealing minor blood liquid from temple. I Immediately climb the roof of the vehicle and hold tight to it's edges. It's speed zooms in and my legs fly desperately alone. I bend my head down and the strands of my hair covers the front-car-glass as I browse the passenger. I see a blond who's hair is half done and a comb stuck on it. ❝Out of my way!❞ I bawl.

❝Me? You're the one who's blocking the view,❞ she responds. She's right. I'm lurking what she's trying to scrutinize. I can't slump nor do anything but keep holding onto the roof. ❝ Need a ride or something? ❞

❝ Yeah, ❞ I scream. ❝ but drive faster. My whole life's depending on you now!❞