As night falls I grow more and more anxious. I check my bag multiple times to make sure The letter is in there before I leave. I quietly remove the desk and unlock my door before stepping into the hallway. My subconscious pesters me to leave a note for my mother; but I don't want to. If she finds that I am missing, she won't be able to notify anyone because she will be executed by the Consiliums' soldiers.
As I pack some fruit and bread I start to regret ditching my mother without notice. I mentally kick and remind myself that my mission is a little more important. Before truly leaving I make sure the amulet was tightly bond on to my neck and I also placed my hopes for my mum truly everywhere.
Maybe leaving might be safer for her; I mean, if she was harboring me and they found out, we both would have set our lives on the line, and I will not let that happen. My mind is beginning to come up with strange ways it might help, and I didn't mind either. I've been hoping for a distraction.
I rushed along the corridors of the house bidding farewells, and soon, way, too soon I find myself at the front door. It has rarely been used, but due to hearing the Consilium's barge in and old memories, I knew there was noise when it opened. I ever so cautiously undid the locks, and pulled the door open. A rush of cold greets me and seeps in to the house.
The door moans under its own pressure and I flinch scared that it might fall, or implode, but it didn't and I was able to safely get out and close it behind me. I whispered a soft "Thank you." and watched my breath drift into the light wind. The cold chill rushed through my body, making every hair on the back of my neck stand. It is a bittersweet feeling. I had almost forgotten what outside weather felt like. The house really shelters me from everything more than I thought.
As I lean against the door waiting for my adrenaline to calm, I hear the sound of a light switch and my heart rate accelerates once again. I peel myself from the door and sprint down the street when I hear my mother call my name.
I trudge off in the direction of the facility, which is more than a few miles from where the house stands. They're usually only few miles apart, due to rapid growth of armies. We had rarely received little News at a time, but when we did, it was either about another training facility being put up and opened, or someone has died yet again.
The progress I made so far was slow and greatly tiresome. No one is on the streets due to the constant spread of disease. I was lucky to find the mask when I did. It wasn't a fancy hospital one, though. It was scratched and slightly deteriorated.
It did little against the cold, and none against the wave of fever I felt. It was the nerves getting to me is all, or so I told myself.
I rub my arms in hopes to warm them, but it doesn't help. The early morning sun has started to peak over the horizon, reminding me that I have survived a night outside the protective walls I have been trapped inside my whole life.
My stomach slightly rumbles but I ignore it. Food is the last thing that should be on my mind right now. I had eaten a slice of bread before I left home hoping that would hold me over for the night considering I hadn't slept, but I guess I was wrong.
I hear muffled voices in the distance and goosebumps cover my body within seconds. Once I am caught, I will be taken and there is no turning back from that moment forward. I will die in a concentration camp if I so much as make myself visible to anyone outside.
I look left and right for anywhere to hide, and settle on a group of trees near the creek bank. I dive into the ditch near the road hoping nobody saw me.
I'm caught off guard when I hear a male voice next to me.
"Outsider."
YOU ARE READING
Us Against The World
Aventură" We stand there for a few more minutes just pointing our guns and staring at each other. My arms begin to hurt, but I know that I cannot let my guard down. I know that eventually I will die; but I don't want it to be like this. If anything, Jexton...
