Damages

Unexpected

I was in the corner of my room listening to classical music, trying to calm down. No one knew about my situation, not even my closest friends, for I feared that they wouldn't believe me. It was like the person who was trapped in his home in a song called, "Shadow of the Day" Just the thought of that made me giggle a bit. At least smiling, was something that I hadn't done in some time. And I did only when I had a chance to. 'He' was never off my mind. Even when I tried not to think of 'him' I would dream about the days of my life that I actually felt fear.

Then out of nowhere, there was a knock on the door. I suddenly grew scared and hid in my bed, under the blankets. I shivered in fear, not knowing who it was. If I looked out the window, I could get shot by a coming bullet. If I answered it, would it be 'him' again? Then, a voice called out my name. Somehow, I managed to look out my window and saw a man dressed in black. I went down to answer the door. The man looked buff and creepy, but he was no threat. I knew that when he showed me his FBI badge. He wanted me to come with him for questioning.

I did as I was told. As we both headed to the vehicle, I looked side-to-side nervously, not knowing if it was a trap. When I stepped inside, everything was covered in leather black. The seats, 'roof', and interior. I faced the window quietly. The pine trees covered the view, but I didn't mind. Being near a cop made me feel safe, but I knew that at anytime, I could be in danger.

I had missed the outdoors. The advantage of smelling the morning air as I opened the windows. The fresh breeze that gave a strong feeling of freedom. Freedom.... I hadn't recognized that word immediately, I missed it.