Hide Me - Dolan Twins

Three - Inside this room

Guliana's POV

I can see myself. Lying there in my bed. In my apartment. There was a ringing noise. It was my alarm. I snooze it as usual. I get up and get dressed. Then I see myself on the street. It's dark out. No one is out on the street. I'm walking home from work I think.
BANG.
A gunshot.

I awoke startled from my dream confused and curious. Could that have had anything to do with what happened to me or was it just a random dream? Nonetheless I had began to recall things I couldn't before like my family and where I lived. My family lived in Wisconsin while I moved to New York a year ago. When I got to the bus station I was greeted with the news that I was in Staten Island. That was news as I don't live in. It was now sunrise and as I sat on the bench in the vacant bus station. I hadn't bathed in what seemed like weeks and I certainly looked like it. The entire situation still was baffling and for the first time in my life I had no idea what to do. I was scared, confused, and in pain. Going to the police was a big no. The guy had told me not to and from the things I heard in that room and how they treated me I didn't want to mess with them, whoever them was. There were more of them as when he would entire the room I occacsionally see shadows of people passing and through my room I could hear voices. I also knew first hand the effects of going to the cops as my father was killed when I was eight after running to the police for help when he was trying to escape trouble. It had left me traumatized and maybe the reason as to why I'm dealing with this situation since lifelessly. I really want to react but my face remains blank and the heavy weight in my stomach still hovers. Why they took me I couldn't understand and why he had released me was even more perplexing. My mother had taught me to be tough and I was trying to pull through but in all honesty I was terrified. As I sat on the cold bus bench I went over my options. Maybe I could stay at a motel. But I couldn't stay HERE as I didn't feel safe. I had to get as far as possible, maybe even out of New York. I couldn't risk them finding me. But only for a couple weeks. I couldn't spend my entire time hiding. I still had a life too live. I finally decided to get up and go to the station bathroom to clean my self up. Walking into the dirty bathroom as I looked in the fuzzy mirror, I didn't recognize the girl that stood before me. This wasn't me. She was dirty, curls tangled and pointing every which way, ashes the color of tar stained my skin, and dark bags hung below my bloodshot and lifeless eyes. A tattered and heavily stained night gown sat on my body and for the first time I noticed the dried blood on my body. Was it mine? I don't remember being beaten but then again I don't remember anything from half the time I was there as I continuously blacked out. It would explain why my body hurt so much and looked strange. My feet had hurt the most as I was barefoot and as I looked down I noticed scars on my leg. What the hell happened to me? I decided to stop dwelling on my the small things and fix myself up as much as I could. I turned on the faucet and gritty water came out. It wasn't what I wanted but it would suffice. The water on my face was a refreshing feeling and I suddenly longed for a shower. I did my best to tame my hair and put it in a makeshift bun and as I was doing so I remembered about the bag I was given. After walking back out into the semi crowded station and thanking God that the bag was still there, I rushed back into the enclosed room and glanced inside. The contents of the bag contained some money, flip flops, a water bottle, some clothes a hat, and glasses. I quickly changed into the jeans and the shirt noting that they looked familiar. I had spent enough time thinking so I put on the hat and glasses, placed the rest of the it in the bag, picked it up, and left. I was finally able to bring my self back to reality and it was dumb of me to stay for as long as I already had. After getting a ticket for whatever the next bus leaving was I prayed fate would be on my side and take me somewhere far.