Far From Home

Chapter Two - Strategy

Chapter Two

I jolted up with this sudden urge and burst of energy. Opening my eyes, everything was white again. Was I dead, was I?--

After a short second to take it all in I realised I was in a hospital, and I was pretty alive and hooked up to machines that made sounds... Although I still didn't feel alive, even air still seemed so....empty.

I wondered how close to the end I was... If maybe, it was possible to see it all like I did or if I had been going mad.

My back was like rocks weighing me down, hurting to sit even. But nothing could ever push me down after what I had just experienced. My chin trembled and my legs felt weak and broken, and just about everything was either bandaged or stitched but everything was working.

~*~

Weeks Earlier...

I couldn't help but be so thankful for my frugalness... The money box full of coins from the past several years and a now drained bank account of money saved from last summer when I worked at McDonald's to waste time. All saved for a 'good cause' which I thought was going to be a car, and defiantly not for a runaway.

Turning my search history off, I used Google as my source of inspiration. I flicked across the Internet for a hour, trying to a find way to successfully fake a death. I realised it would have to be in a way were it wouldn't be suspicious for there to be no body, but it was hopeless!

Truthly, it didn't matter... As long as I succeeded.

All the options even seemed pretty hopeless.

Sighing in defeat, I slammed down the laptop lid... But this wasn't the movies and I dramatically sighed again to open it and shut it down manually.

Ever, get the feeling that you're never... All alone? And I remember now...**

My phone's ringtone, My Chemical Romance played distantly over on my dresser.

Who would honestly call me? No one calls me.

I picked up my phone and accepted the call without looking at Caller ID. Surely, it's just some Insurance company scam thing-- I never get phone calls.

"Hello?" I spoke into the object, holding it up to my face.

"Hey, baby." A male spoke, lowering his already-low voice in a tone.

"Hmm, wrong number baby." I replied without blinking, going to cancel, pulling the phone away. Huh, blocked caller ID.

"No, it's not, Pandora." He slurred quietly, or it was quiet because it was not near my ear.

"What do you want?" I almost screamed into the speaker. How dare they.

"C'mon, you know what this all is, you ordered me bab--"

"Uhg! That's not even funny." I say out-loud frustrated, finally disconnecting, and dropping the cellular device.

I can't bring my phone with me. The thought hit me like a train. At least I'm starting to really think a strategically... Kind of.

"If only I could just leave tonight, and figure things out as I go." I whispered to myself under my lips. "Tonight." I clicked my tongue.

Hell, I should.

~*~

I licked my lips, it was a pretty cool night. My backpack was already packed full of water, spare clothes, a sweater, my wallet (which was full of an overload of cash) and my now-going-to take SIM less phone. Should I just destroy my phone altogether? Can I be tracked? Clicking my pen, I decided to write another entry, just last one before the leave.

Entry 2~

See, you're sitting there and you might be alone, or feel it. You might be lonely. You might love somebody you shouldn't. You might have a shockingly dark secret-- it might be malicious, it could be degenerating. Yet, people wish, people dream. You might look out of the car window driving along, wonder if anyone's out there. You might watch people in the street and wonder what their story is, what they've been through.

And guess what? You're not alone, somewhere out there, out that window or on that street, there is always someone. Someone who has been through everything homogeneously, very similarly or same. You could tell them everything and they'd understand.

True beyond any doubt, I know that person is out there, for all I know it might not even be a person but something to make my breathing easier, thus my disappearance tonight is going to be permanent.

This is now the beginning of Liberty. And I'm not taking sh*t this time around.

~*~

** This is The Ghost Of You by My Chemical Romance, not my work. All credits to them.