living a lie

"breathe"

OUCH! I cried as I tripped over a large box sticking out from underneath my parents bed. the sharp edge had left a small cut against my shin and it was starting to sting. my parents were out and i was going through some old stuff in their room and sorting it out for them. I had already done most of the stuff in their wardrobe so I decided to move to under their bed. I had just tripped over a weird looking box with a lock on it. I had seen it before but i never found out what was in it. 

I went through my parents draws and found that my predictable as ever mother had hid the key in her top draw. I opened the boxed and found a bunch of what looked like old paper work. I took the first piece of paper of the top and saw my photo next to a big bold heading that read 'missing person'. the words echoed around in my head trying to make sense of what I had found found. breathing became something hard to reach in that split second as  i realised what this meant. i was living with complete STRANGERS. my mind was reeling with horrible thoughts. " Ive been kidnapped" " these people could've killed my parents", " I've been living a lie!. 

I stood up on shaky legs and leant against the wardrobe door. my heart was pounding and my mind was involved in a very confusing argument. one side was screaming at me to run, get out of this place ASAP!, where as the other side was telling me that these were the people that raised me and that I had nothing to worry about. but the fact that these papers weren't adoption papers made my stomach churn.I decided I would listen to the screaming part of my brain and get out of this place.

 I ran to the garage grabbed the keys off the hook and jumped straight in my car. I opened the roller door, started the car and sped off as soon as the door was up high enough. while I'm driving I may as well you a bit about myself. my name is athena. I no longer know my last name and i seventeen. I'm  not a goody two but I'm not a bad girl either. I'm sort of in the middle. I love music and dancing but thats not really important. SCREECH. "whoops" I had just turned a corner way to fast and almost knocked over a fire hydrant. my phone started buzzing so I answered it. "ditch the car" was the first thing i heard.

 "excuse me, who are you a what right do you"- my sentence was cut off when he said "listen carefully and you will hear a faint beeping in the back of the car your driving. that is a bomb and you have exactly 30 seconds to save yourself so ditch the car NOW!". "FINE" i quickly pulled over and just as the beeping started to speed up. I threw myself out of the door and started running. the force of the explosion hit me and threw me ten metres away from where i was last standing. i had hit my head pretty hard and i was starting to see black spots but i was awake enough to hear the voice coming from my phone which was still, somehow, in my hand. in put the phone to my ear. "are you okay" the voice said. " would you be okay if you were just thrown ten metres" i said my voice barley above a whisper. " okay just stay there I'm coming to get you". "okay" i said and the last thing i heard, and I'm not even sure it was real, was "breathe". and then everything went black