Eventually, I find an abandoned restaurant.
"Find food." I hear my parents say. I walk to the building to find no one. The crumbling, peeling, and faded yellow wallpaper is falling off the walls. It smells like old grease and mold. I fell into a pile of cardboard, exhausted. As I close my eyes, I become painfully aware of my situation. I see a refrigerator and pick myself off the floor. I open the rusted handle with effort.
I jump as a mouse runs out. There are mouse droppings and bite marks but food. There was food here. I grab a loaf of bread and bite greedily. I stop mid-chew. I forgot to pray. I bow my head.
"Father. I have sinned far too much lately." Tears fall down my freckled cheek. "Please forgive me. Bless me as I go through this tough time." I stop and chuckle. "You know I need a blessing."
I eat the rest of my bread in three bites. I smile. It tasted good. But, I stopped. A flashback came into my head. I close my eyes and let the memory wash over me.
Sitting on the floor in my old house, I am watching as my parents fight. I look around for my usual hiding spot when this happens. I have no time to even blink. I hear boots. Loud, thundering steps. I run away from the door into my parents room. "Mommy! Daddy!" I cry. A group of men burst into the room and grab my parents. I hear my mother screaming and my my father cursing at the men. Men in suits. The first time I'd ever encountered them. I shrank to the wall mumbling' " Go away... Go away suit men..." They chuckled and kicked me. I fell with an OOF. My parents cursed at the men while I cried. They slit my parents throat in front of me. Then said into my ear in a devious chuckle, "I'd run if I were you." So I did.
My eyes opened as I began gasping. Hyperventilating. Oh no... This happened a lot more now.
As I layed on my cardboard bed, I try not to think. Too bad for me, I guess. I find no sleepiness in my mind. Only restlessness.
"Please..." I whimper. And I fall asleep.
YOU ARE READING
On the Run
Teen FictionIsabelle Graves has been raised to fight... not flee. Her parents were fugitives and now she follows in their footsteps. She is running from the Suits; Evil men who killed her parents are after her. Along the way, she has to fight for her life.
