I got up, limping, in extreme pain, out the door and down the hall. I found crutches, and I managed to dodge staff members and others walking the halls. I went out an exit, which opened to the woods. No alarms went off, and I spotted one camera. I picked up a rock, and lobbed it at the lens. There was a shatter, and it broke.
I made my way into the woods, and it got progressively darker. I didn't hear anyone looking for me yet, I still had time to find a place to hide. Better yet- I left no footprints whatsoever.
Eventually, I found a cave behind some heavy underbrush that only someone of my size could fit in.. It was oddly convenient. I crawled inside, and pulled the crutches in with me. It was quite deep. I crawled back far enough to where I was hidden from sight, even with a flashlight. It opened up as I went deeper, but only got darker. I hid in a crevice, and then sighed.
Suddenly, I could hear a growing number of fast footfalls outside the cave I'd discovered. I pressed myself into the wall, and went silent. Listening hard, I waited for the people to pass, their steps growing distant, as were their voices, and I laid down.
I was careful not to fall asleep, though feeling it in my gut that they wouldn't find me. Eventually, I settled upon a conclusion. I would stay in this cave for a week or so, and then, when I was sure they weren't in the area, I'd leave, and I would find a truck. Then, I would get on the highway and drive out of state. I would have to buy a disguise... There would probably be money in the truck I would steal.
Extensions, makeup, clothes... I'd disguise as a girl. I'd have to go to a gym to shower or something.
The plan was set. All I could think was, fuck your system. I'll take care of myself.
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Through the Wringer
Teen FictionDalton Versailles' life was going great until the accident. He thought the Lanes foster family could be the worst of it, but it was the exact opposite. The worst was yet to come, even over the tragedy that befell his family.
