Iratus

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Moving on

             2 months later. Not a lot has happened since then, I'm always on the move and scrounging up as much food as I can, which yesterday was a half-eaten apple, some yogurt that I also found in the trash, and some free cheese samples I got from near a park. I'm still wearing the same clothes I had since I ran away, I did find some ragged pants one time but I couldn't fit into them, it was always hard to find new clothes for me, especially shoes my size. I learned a few things while I was traveling, the ability that I have is telekinesis, sort of, I can barely lift anything up with my mind, I would be lucky to wiggle a rock a tiny bit. I know that anger causes my power to be 'amplified', allowing me to use more powers, if I could ever control myself when I'm that angry. When I was that angry, I couldn't do anything, it was like an entirely new person was controlling me. Its been hard to sleep, I always think that the police are going to find me somehow, when I do fall asleep I dream about that treacherous day, except this time its worse than it actually was. In my dreams, I did more than just knock her out, I....I killed her.

                After I ran in the forest, I luckily lost the police, it was a smaller forest than expected, it took me about 30 minutes to get to the other side. On the other side was just a road filled with cars zipping by me, I didn't know what to do so I just started walking in one direction. It didn't take me very long to realize I needed a plan, I was in the middle of nowhere just walking in one direction. I found a map near a rest stop and some food that somebody left on a table. The map must of belonged to some tourists. I picked up the map and found out that I was actually near I-295 heading south instead of north, I would hit St. Augustine if I kept going that way. I immediately turned around and headed in the other direction right after I went to the bathroom and picked up a little more leftover food. It was hotter than usual so I had to take off my hoodie, leaving me nothing more than a black shirt, a pair of blue jeans that had some holes in it and a pair of beat up shoes.

               An hour passed of just walking in one direction, cars going by me, sun beating down on me with its heat, always walking hoping I can get to a city soon. Trying to keep my sanity intact I start talking to myself,"I wonder how much further I have to go to get to a city." "I mean it can't be that much farther can it?" I sat down next to the road and opened the map in my hand, " I'll just have a little sit down and see where the next city is." After studying the map I figure out that the next city is about 35 miles from where I relatively was. "This isn't a big deal! Look there are rest stops every 10 miles and the next one is about 6 miles away, I can keep jumping from one stop to the next and I should be at the next rest stop by..." I look up at the sky trying to judge what time it is, " Maybe by 5...," I gasp as I remember, "WAIT A MINUTE!" I pat myself down checking in each of my pockets until I pulled out my phone. "I guess I had it here the whole time." I turned on my phone and saw that it just turned 4:47, "Maybe at around 6 I can get there!" My optimism was the only thing that was helping me through all this, but I did get there but a little later than I anticipated. As I was walking I pulled out my phone again, and I went through some pictures of my family and I imagined what that like was before all this started, as I was scrolling through these pictures more and more happy memories started to flow through my head, then I saw of picture of Amy and me smiling together and I remembered what happened to her. I quickly turned the phone off and pulled out the battery, "I should keep the phone off so I can save the power and so they don't track me or something," and I kept walking.

                 It was 6:45 and the sun was on the horizon, I could see the rest stop in the distance, about a mile away. I let out a sigh of relief, "Finally, I'm here." I start to jog a little in hopes I could find a water fountain in there because my mouth was dry as the Sahara Desert, a slow jog then turned into a run and I started to dash over there. When I got there I found, as a relief, a water fountain and I quickly drank from it like a dog that just came from a walk. There was nobody there also which was lucky because I didn't want to accidentally hurt anybody else. There was also a vending machine full of snacks which I just had to get open, then I turned my head toward the sunset, "I'm going to have to sleep here for the night," I realized, "but I can't sleep in the bathroom, its full of puddles, and I also can't sleep near the vending machine, somebody can sneak up on me and rob me, not that I have anything worthy but still." I looked around for a couple minutes where I spotted a picnic table of sorts that had an overhang above it, a lamp post, and it was close to the parking lot in a small field of grass. "I think that could work, it has a roof and everything, I should probably put some leaves around it so I can hear anybody coming near me," my stomach started to growl at me, "but first I need to open that vending machine, one way or another." I looked around at things I could throw at it, I found branches but that wouldn't work, I tried throwing small rocks at it but it barely made a scratch, I didn't want to punch it because I was afraid that I was going to cut myself with the glass. I looked around some more and I faced a tree line that led into a forest, "I guess I could find some bigger rocks in there," I chuckled nervously. I knew that time was running out and it was getting dark, and if there was one thing I did not want was to be lost in the forest in the dark, "I'll just go in and come out, simple." I took a deep breath of confidence and walked right in while the sun was setting in front of me.

                  If there were three things that I hated that day, it was my life, wasps, and forests. I was always scared of bees and wasps alike, my dad tried to solve this problem by taking me to a therapist but it didn't work too well. As I entered deeper into the forest, my confidence slowly dwindled. I search for bigger rocks everywhere. Then by a stroke a luck I found a stream that was filled with pretty big rocks. I picked them up as fast as I could and ran the other way, I was so scared that I was going to get lost, that I was going the wrong way, but I made it out and it just got dark. I could barely see but my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I could see a little better, I walked to the vending machine, grabbed one of the bigger rocks I found and just threw it with all my strength at it. The window started to crack, with a smile on my face I threw more repeatedly at it, it started to crack more. With one more rock in my hand, I concentrated all my strength into the final throw, I threw the rock and the vending machine window shattered. I jumped in the air with joy on my face, I grabbed a handful of bags, took a sip of water from the water fountain and went back to the picnic table. "Now I need to put the leaves down," I said to myself as I put the snacks down. There were leaves scattered about the grass, I picked up handfuls and laid them out in a circle around the picnic table where I was going to sleep, it didn't take to long to get enough leaves for me to be satisfied. After I finished spreading the leaves, I came to the table where I had my chip bags, my M&Ms, and some other snacks and I gobbled it all up. I wasn't completely full, but I was satisfied enough to go to sleep, when I was done I had a big yawn, stretching my arms high up in the air, and I laid down on the bench. I put up my hood up before I laid down so I wouldn't get as dirty, I slowly closed my eyes and then opened them for a second, like I was fighting a battle with sleepiness, that I knew sooner or later I would lose, and I did, I faded into a deep sleep, thinking nothing, saying nothing, worrying about nothing, just sleeping.