Violet

Chapter 3 - No Turning Back

- You think the dramatic part's over? The drama is only beginning... -

It felt like I'd been running for hours though it must've only been just under 20 minutes. Images of my Dad's lifeless body kept flashing in front of my eyes. I still couldn't take in what I'd just seen... What I'd just realised...
My dad was dead.
The only family I had.
Had just been taken away from me.
I didn't even know how or why.
But what I knew for sure.
Was that I was alone.

I thought to myself what would be my next move.
Blank.
I had no idea what I was gonna do. Where could I go? What could I do?
I began to feel tired but I knew I couldn't turn back. I just wanted to keep running, praying I'd pass out and wake up as if it were all a dream.
I knew that was just a nice thought.
As my running slowed, I sat at a bus stop, panting heavily, trying to catch my breath. I looked up at the times of when the buses would be arriving. I then turned on my phone and checked the time.
8.45pm
How was it this late already? I sank back on the bench, masking the pain deep inside me. I wanted to cry out. To scream.
But something was forcing me to keep my mouth shut.
I forced back the tears, knowing Dad would never want to see me in such a state. I stared up at the sky, thinking about all the events that had occurred today. I thought about how happy I was a few hours ago to how I felt now. I tried to think of a decent reason. Heh. Wasn't it obvious?
I'd lost everything.
I just didn't know how it happened so quickly.
I blinked out of my thoughts and saw a bus that was about to leave the bus stop I was at.  Without thinking, I rushed onto the bus heading to Westminster. The driver gave me a funny look as I climbed into an empty seat, my expression blank, yet frightening.

It took around an hour to get to Westminster. I stepped off the bus and began to walk through the empty streets, staring at the ground, tugging on the hood of my jacket. I had no idea where I was going but I didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore. All I wanted right now was to be embraced in my Dad's warm arms.
But he was gone.
Eventually, I felt too weak to walk. It had suddenly occurred to me that I had no food, no water, and I hadn't eaten in 12 hours. Not that I cared. Part of me hoped I would starve. At least then I'd be with my Dad, I thought.
I found myself at the end of a street. It was so quiet it seemed as if nobody lived around here. I felt the cold concrete rub against my soft cheek as I laid on my side against the ground. I shivered, feeling the bitter night air surround me. I checked the time on my phone.
10.23pm
I smiled a little to myself, convinced I wouldn't make it through the night. I closed my eyes and covered myself in my jacket.
"..Goodnight Dad", I whispered. "We will be together soon." And then... Blank.

The next day, I groaned as I felt my body beginning to wake up. It took me a few seconds to remember what happened last night. I sat up, too bewildered to be tempted by the warmth of the cosy bed sheets I woke up in. I looked around the room. I didn't recognise a thing. A series of questions flooded through my mind.
Where was I? How did I get here?

Who found me?

- Do not think I will let you escape this world so easily. Every time you try to escape, I will bring you back to insanity -

To be continued...