Shattered Soul- ON HOLD

A Home Never Lasts

   the parts in Italic are the flashback :)

  It was 6:45 AM and the sun was already rising. I was a little shocked since we were well into September and it shouldn't have risen for another couple of hours.

  I quickly folded all of the clothes I had acquired and shoved them into my bag. I did a quick search of the room to make sure that all of my belongings were packed then climbed out the window and made my way down to the ground below. My side was still stinging, but I couldn't do much about it. Going to a hospital never ended well. The Doctors asked to many questions and always did way too many tests for my liking, including blood tests. My blood was weird, that's all I really know. The Doctors always want to send me to a special facility, so I have to break out. I haven't tried that in about eight years, but I don't want to risk it.

  Whatever my kidnappers use knives on me they lather them in a weird blue liquid that keeps it from healing for at least a week. Normally any large cut or injury I receive takes about a week to heal, but this crap(whatever it is) delays it. 

  Once I had ran into the forest behind the hotel, I yanked out the calendar I always keep in my bag. The last day marked was September tenth, and since I am usually kept for about one to two weeks when I am captured, I could only assume that it was September twenty-fourth. That was only a guess though.

  I tried not to think too closely about the last two weeks, they are always a living hell, but my mind always goes to the memories I want to block out. Images of the shackles that bound me, the cement room that is only lit be a dim fluorescent light, and the knives, all come crashing back into my brain.

  I was walking calmly through the forest, but immediately stopped and kneeled down on the ground before I could fall over. My lungs began to seize up and my heart was racing at a pace too fast for my liking. 

  I clenched my fists until I could feel blood running down my palms. The sting of my nails digging into my flesh helped me to snap out of my panic attack. I forced my lungs to start working again and quickly stood up. My stance was rigid and I looked straight ahead and started walking.

  A few minutes later I let myself relax, but only slightly. If I didn't stay alert to my own feelings, I would have a mental break down. That was something I couldn't do, I had to much to cry over. If I even let one tear slip, I would never stop.

  The sun was in the center of the sky by the time I stopped walking. I could see a few buildings in the distance. I jogged over and saw a few tourist shops. The shop I was hiding behind was called "The Cheboygan Shack"  I grabbed a jean jacket from my bag and slipped it on over my arms to cover the cuts. I made my way to the front of the shack and grabbed a map from a stand outside the door. It had a star around the place we were in, Cheboygan, Michigan. 

  My eyes widened in surprise, Michigan? The last place I was in was Washington State. 

  I sighed and studied the map a little more. A wide smile crept onto my face, I was one town over from Bellville. I had a friend down there that I hadn't seen in a couple months, and I kinda missed her.

  I folded the map and shoved it into my bag. There weren't too many people around, so I could get away with stealing a car.

  There was a black Sedan a block down. I made my way down the street and up to the car. The door was unlocked, so I was lucky this time. The inside of the car was sort of clean, but it still had a burger wrapper here and there. 

  I searched the inside of the car to see if the keys were still in the vehicle. Thankfully, the keys were in the glove compartment. 

  Sorry to whoever owns this car, but next time don't leave the keys inside. I thought. Not that it would have stopped me, I do know how to break into and hotwire a car, I just got lucky this time.