Screams. That's all I remember where my screams and the screams of others. This dream always haunting me, following me like a shadow. I've been running trying to escape, moving from place to place like a nomad. That method hasn't gotten me anywhere lately. I was going to move one final time today but not during the day.
I couldn't afford to do so. I'm constantly aware of my surroundings. Always checking over my shoulders. I envy everyone that goes about their day never worrying about their past coming back.
For the day I packed all my things. I lived in a poor apartment, knowing it was the last place they'd expect me to be. That didn't mean they wouldn't check this area so I avoided going out during the day, even if they thrive in the night.
My phone rang, making me jump and snap out of my thoughts. Rushing over to where my cell phone lay I picked it up.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Yes, this is Amy from Andrew's real estate, is this Iliana Stark?"
"Yes." I replied breathing out a breathe of relief.
"Okay, I just wanted to finalize some things about your move."
After answering the last minute questions about my move we hung up and I continued packing. When I finished it was around six so I decided on making a sandwich. After eating it I threw out the supplies and started moving my boxes to my car.
When the boxes were all situated in the almost over packed car, I took a last minute look at my apartment. I was moving out these area and switching it up. Out of the run down little beginner apartment to a nice condo in the heart of New York City.
It was pretty pricy but it was unexpected of me to want to live there to anyone that would have known me. The drive was only going to take an hour and half so I would arrive to the condo at eight something.
On the drive I listened to Beyoncé album which lately had become an obsession of mine. I don't know why seeing as I didn't relate to half of the songs but it was catchy. I was in my own world when I listened to it and in no time I was pulling up into the condos parking garage. I had just parked the car and popped the trunk when my phone buzzed.
From: Unknown
I'm still looking for you, don't think it's over just yet.
Those eleven words had the power to ruin any type of peace I could've been experiencing. Lately I didn't even know what peace is but this message was enough to make me break down. It had at least been a year and I was still being followed or should I tracked.
Wiping the years that had started falling, I started getting boxes and moving them. I hustled and used my own strength to move the heavy boxes but I had the motivation.
"Hey do you want some help with those?" A deep voice asked from behind me and I know I visibly stiffened.
"N-no. I'm fine." I rushed out as I turned to look at the man slightly.
Returning to the premature task at hand I continued. When I finished it was about 10. I found the box I put my blowup mattress in and grabbed. Walking into my bedroom that was empty except for boxes of my things I began to blow it up.
I grabbed some blankets and spread them on the mattress. I set an alarm on my phone and plugging it into the charger. I laid down allowing sleep to envelope me.
The next morning I woke up at 6:30. I had a job to start today, I wanted to get as close to normal as I could. I wanted to work even though the money was not really a necessity to me. I rolled out of the bed and threw on the waitress uniform. It practically screamed crappy 'waitress job that couldn't afford the condo' but yet I could.
