Hi everyone! I wrote this one a long time ago (over a decade ago) so this is not recent writing, but I wanted it to be visible just in case it clicks for someone.
All the best!
CoffeeAndABook6
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CHAPTER ONE
I don't know how long I have been standing here but it feels like forever. I just want it over. For good. Not like the last times when he brought me back.
This time I would die before he brought me back.
This last week everything came together. A month ago I had started inching the one radiator leg off the floor. A week or so ago I had broken the lock on the window. And today he had been drunk enough to not notice when I put my hands further apart as he tied my wrists together. Clear so far. Today was the day.
It had been quiet for a long while, maybe twenty minutes.
I opened the window a crack and froze when it squeaked. I didn't hear anything past the room I've occupied for the last while, so I continued, slowly opening the window, centimeter by centimeter. It took a lot of energy I didn't have anymore, but eventually, it was open far enough for me to fit through. I stopped and listened to the noises outside, and when I didn't hear anything, I slowly dropped myself over to the other side. My feet hit grass. I ran.
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I run as fast and as far as I could. Each time I stumbled, I got up and began again. I listened for his noisy truck, knowing I would be in his line of sight if he returned before I made it off this road. This road is a dead end the other way. I found that out last time.
So I ran toward the setting sun. The light fading around me, but glowing brighter inside me with every metre under my feet.
I was in that room for at least two years. The window was my only sense of light and time, both of which I didn't get when he'd lock me in the closet or place the hood over my head.
I kept running forward. My breath heavy, the sun fading faster than I could run.
Right now I just had to survive. To get out. And never go back.
Now as I run along the path to the road, I pray this is my final attempt, my successful attempt, at being free. So that I don't go back. Never again.
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Never Again.
ActionAt fourteen my life was flipped upside down. And not for good. I was held captive for many years. I didn't know the day, year or month it was. I didn't know whether I was far away from home, or beside it. How much of my life had I missed? How much...
