Blood Iris

Chapter One

It wasn't until I had been sitting in the jail cell for a couple long hours that reality started to set in. The consequences of what I had gotten myself into began to creep into my mind and settle there. Don't get me wrong, I had known what I had been getting into the entire time, I was just powerless to stop it. And my conscience wouldn't let me forget it.

What I did was wrong and I knew it at the time. My plan was flawless. I made no mistakes. I never make mistakes. I can't make mistakes.

It doesn't happen.

I just had to escape, and I knew this was the only way. The direct consequences, however, were becoming clearer and more dreaded with every passing moment. I would probably spend a few more very long hours in this cell on this very uncomfortable cot and then eventually after they find the evidence I planted, I will be sent to juvie. I'm only sixteen, thank goodness, otherwise the consequences would be greater and I would have a longer sentence in a worse place.

If everything goes according to plan, I should get out before Christmas, in three months. I will be free to go wherever I want; I won't be forced to bend to their every wish.

I have done it before and I've helped others escape so it shouldn't be hard. The only problem is that I'm not sure what I would do or what I would want to do once I was free. Or who would find me.

The gang I previously was affiliated with would now be hunting me and it would be very unpleasant if they found me. That couldn't happen. I wouldn't let it. They can't force me to do things again. I won't get caught. I won't get hurt. My survival instincts are too strong. It's what has kept me alive ever since I escaped the orphan home I was raised in.

I won't get hurt. Not again.