As I was running away from that machine- not minding if I fall, I get scratched, or if I haven't eaten- my energy was drained by the constant running. I felt numb on my legs and on my feet. Dark spots started to accumulate my vision and lost consciousness on a river bank.
I woke up on a barn. It was wide and, well, old. An old couple took me in saying that they took pity on me when they found me near the river. They fed me and welcome me. They were so warm that if I had the chance, I would stay with them. But I don't have a choice. I had to leave them if I don't want any misfortune to befall on them.
As I remembered the events the last few days, it hurts me like a knife stabbed on my heart. Like it was being torn apart into hundreds of pieces. I told them what happened. Whether they believed me or not, they were too kind. They let me go and thanked them for everything.
I went to the woods, in the cities, in villages alone. Being alone made me think.
What's with me that the machine is after? Did Rhea intentionally lock the door up?What's happening?
I did not know the answer. I did not know what to do. I did not have anywhere to go. I don't even have a single penny.
I never felt that it is safe to sleep at night. I sleep during the day and walk during the night. I went to different places, hoping someone would take pity on me and give me some of my basic needs. I met a lot of people. But I did not stay long.
I don't know what's happening even now that I'm 14.
My memories from the days of the massacre are vivid and clear.
"What does mom mean when she said "my treasure"?" I asked myself.
"I must find out for myself" answering my own question.
A plan popped out of my head. Today, I will stop running. Today, I must know the answers. I waited at an empty barn. No casualties.
My pursuer came as expected. But at that time, I was half asleep.
"It took me four years to find you." It said.
It carried me at it's back. It felt so cold. So empty. . . . . .
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Author's Note:
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A Run For Life
Teen FictionIshaylah is your average teenager until such time that a massacre turned her world around. What will she do? Will she stay? Will she run? Will she hide? If you are in her shoes, what will you do? will you do the same?