In Love With The Girl Of Scars {IN LOVE SERIES #1}

Chapter 4 - Cargo Train

    "She's a whistle in the catacombs, a paradox."
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   The night breeze flows through my hair as I stride closer and closer to my freedom. I whip my head back to see the house shrinking in the distance, turning into a tiny speck on the Earth. All what it took was one simple mistake, for something so great to happen. All it took was for them - The Owners - to be drunk and forget the key.

Now I'm free, something I would have never thought would happen in my lifetime. I'm free from their torment, the tears and pain they've caused me, I'm away from the cell I grew up in ever since I was five, I'm free, from all of it...and the feeling is unexplainable.

Euphoria, it feels so good...so right. I pace forward, the old warn shoes I grabbed before I left scrunching on the dying grass as the seasons get closer to fall. There's nothing but plains for miles, the house is in the middle of nowhere, out in the country, where there's no one around.

There's no one around to call for help. No one. I quicken my speed to a pace as I hit a dirt road. Looking back now, there's nothing but endless grass and cows grazing at it. There's nothing but tall, itchy grass that waves back and forth in the wind.

I place my hands securely around the backpack straps, pulling them forward as some weight is lifted from my shoulders. My back screams as the backpack rubs against it, the feeling of blood trickling down my back, the same as before. I pull myself from the thought, focusing on other things, like the soaring Blue Jays overhead, the slim, crescent moon and the trees rustling in the breeze as it runs through the leaves and branches, making them dance.

I hear something in the distance. A loud horn being blown, like smoke being released from an inclosed area as it whistles nonstop. I gaze around, frantically trying to find the source. My hair gets in my face, wrapping around neck and blinding me in my eyes as wisps get tangled in my lashes.

The darkness stretches for meters, yards, miles, restricting me from seeing anything from afar. Then I see it, smoke being released into the atmosphere as the high pitched whistle from before sounds again, echoing through the crisp, freezing air.

Without thinking, my legs involuntarily run in the direction of the smoke. Up ahead I hear shouts, though I can't make them out and what they're saying.

I run, my body gasping for oxygen as my speed picks up. Every step claps against the dirt, dust rising from behind me. The backpack bumps up and down on my back as I run, I hold in my whimpers as I come close. Running over the medium hill, I gaze down and see something, something I've never seen before it seems like.

The thing is on a set of tracks, rails, and it has multiple cars lined up, one after another. Then the name comes to me.

Cargo Train.

I pace to it, my breaths coming in large heaves. I hear the same voices from before, though they're closer towards the front, near the engine of the cargo train. I inch forward, running to an open car, the doors wide open. The sound of gravel rips me from my gaze as I stare down at the ground, gravel pieces are being kicked from beneath me as I run. I pick up my speed again, one foot in front of another as I jump into the high up car, grasping onto the wooden beams for life and hoisting my weightless body up into the train.

I struggle, twisting and turning, trying to swing my leg up and keep it there, but it keeps slipping off. My arms threaten to give out as my fingers slide off the beams. I slowly start to fall, but I grab hold of another beam, swinging my body up and this time, rolling safely onto the car.

I roll onto my back softly, letting out a long breath of relief as I stare at the ceiling of the large, spacious metal train car. I stay here, for what seems like hours, not moving an inch. The doors of the train remain open, not closing.

The high pitched whistle sounds again, and this time, the vehicle moves forward, the screeching of the wheels on the rails leaving me cringing.

Soon, the train is at full speed, and I sigh in relief as it carries me farther away from them, The Owners and torment. A feeling of release licks at the pit of my stomach, as a smile takes over my face, leaving me dazed. I don't know where this train will take me, but I don't care either, as long as it gets me away from them, and away from my past and it somehow gives me a miracle, then I'm all for it.

I slowly start to drift off to the sound of the train's wheels clicking as it goes over each track. I find a certain peace, and within seconds, I'm consumed with darkness.

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