Letters to Zayn

Chapter 10

I keep on running, too scared to turn my head back and see if anyone's chasing me. It seems like I am running for ages, my legs are wobbling, my teeth are chattering as it is freezing outside. I feel relief once I see that the forest seems to be  coming to an end. I run forward, speeding as much as I can, only to find an enormous meadow and even more forest surrounding it. There has to be an end! It's not like I've been brought to some aloof place that only has kilometres of forest around, or have I?

All the time I was locked up I spent so much time trying to figure out how to escape that I didn't even spare a moment to try and recognise the surrounding area. This does still seem like UK, I mean, it's the middle of April and it's freezing without a jacket, where else could I be? Also, what reason would they have to take me so far away? I was accussed of not knowing what is real, but not for some murder, for Goodness sake!

I'd never make for a good detective or a psychologist as I can't understand the motives behind the acts of some people. Like Stanley for example. If they took me far away it would mean that in their opinion I am dangerous. Yet Stanley never had any security, always had the console with him. No protection what so ever. It just doesn't make sense.

What if it all was just a dream? What if I'll wake up tomorrow, happy to realize that it was all just my wild imagination? I would not be too suprised. Our literature teacher always loved reading my novels or just short stories in front of the class. Those 'what if' don't explain why my bare feet hurt so much while i am running, already half way through the meadow. If I wasn't crazy before, this flood of thoughts just might do it.

I try as hard as I can to get rid of all these thoughts. I really wish Zayn was here right now, to hold me tightly so I don't fall apart. It doesn't matter that even hugging wasn't a part of our daily life. A girl can dream, right? I hope he still cares for me as much as I care for him. As soon as this nightmare ends I'll do whatever it takes to meet him, no matter which part of the world he's touring in right now. No mountain and no river would stop me  from having his arms wrap around me, making me feel safe after all I had to go through in just a few weeks time.

There is a limit of what a person can handle and I am about to reach my limit of energy. I start slowing down, hardly dragging my feet by the ground. I cannot allow myself to stop, so no one can catch me. My breaths become more hasty as I am losing my breath. It seems that there is not enough air to fill my lungs anymore. I start stumbling and flat out on my stomach. I can feel the cement with my fingertips as I lay on the street. The last thing I see before i black out are the lights of a car which is coming towards me. I pray to God it doesn't drive over me and close my eyes.

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Thanks to anyone reading, sorry it took so long and that it's quite short. the next part is already written and from now on I'll stop asking for the number of reads as it is not the reason why I started writing this story ;)