Don't Be The Hero

Three

It was around eight when I got back from my run. I gently closed the door, and throwing away the bag that once contained some donuts. I stopped at the store. "Mom I'm back!" I yell and go to the kitchen for some water. Mom, was dressed in a black pinstripe suit with heels.

"Where did you go? And take off your boots. Why do you run in boots? that cant be comfortable." she asks coming in after me. "I killed my sneakers. I went over the mountain. Where are you going?" I go back to the door and remove my boots. They were wet and muddy.

"You made it over the mountain and back? What time did you leave?" she asked stuffing some papers into a binder. "Three. I couldn't sleep." I said taking a banana. "You don't run at night. And over the mountain is at least forty miles. How can you run that far without falling over?" she asks running to the kitchen table and grabbing her phone.

"I was actually 44 miles. I counted the markers."

"Nina, I'm late for a meeting. Clean up the floor, take a nap and don't forget to eat." She says coming up and hugging me goodbye. She kisses my forehead. "If you want to go somewhere, river only. Otherwise don't leave this house. Got it? and don't eat my chicken in the fridge." She slammed the door, leaving me alone. I threw my banana peel in the trash and grabbed my phone from where I left it. I quickly texted, first to Jack,

I'm taking a nap until further notice. luv ya.

Then to dad,

ran 44 miles. I'm done for today.

I then quickly added.

Maybe tomorrow too.

I shut the phone and off to the shower I went.

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I was finally clean. No more sweat. I strapped on my gloves and flopped down onto my squishy mattress. My feet hurt. I have blisters on my toes and my skin was raw around the ankles. Don't run in boots. It's not practical. Or worth it, for what ever reason you might try this to achieve. Of course, it'll fade away in a while. I settle down for a nap. I wonder what mom is doing.

Lisa Cage, my mom, works at a car sales shop. She's really good from what I hear. So good, that she earned a long vacation to Canada all those years ago. It also helps if you know everyone in this town and all the ones around it. She helps on the floor with showing people the cars, but most of the time she's the secretary.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when something started beeping. I sat up looking around for what it could be. And it was my... alarm clock. I had it set for seven, which it said in bright red flashing numbers. There must have been a power outage while I was gone. I hit the off button and laid back down. I. Need. Sleep.

I was in the same terrifying dream. I was running. Running through the metal building. I turned a corner and slammed my shoulder into a wall. I herd a crack. Dislocated. I kept running. I made I through the doors. Just before they closed. I ran to the cliff. And jumped. I didn't even stop to think about it. There was someone, talking to me, but I can't under stand what their saying. It sounded like my mom. Don't be the hero.

I woke up, panting. Where was I? I was in my bed. I looked around, and concluded that this was not my room. There were trees. And a picnic table- I'm at the campsite. But how'd I get here? I stood up, and noticed something. I was barefoot, in my pajamas. And my shoulder hurt. I quickly stopped back up the path to the house. I made it up to the sliding door. Before I noticed there was a huge crack in it. It was long and narrow. Like it was just opened or closed with a bit too much force... Or someone might have slammed into it... It was equal hight with my shoulder. that's probably why it hurts. And it's industrial strength glass.