The Forgotten Queen

Escape..?

Its been days, weeks or even months, I don't kow anymore. Bruises, cuts and scars cover my body and dried blood stains. I'm numb, all sense if pain and fear has left me. But whatever day it is, or how many cuts I have. Today is the last day I put up with this crap. I know the schedule by heart, after they bring me breakfast they uncufff me and give me 2 minutes to eat. And so they did, but my only problem was they locked the door. The keyhole is rather big, when they gave me the cutlery I decide to bend it in a way I could pick the lock. I got up trying to rush to the door but the cuts and bruises made it rather hard so I stumbled onto the door. I have 2 minutes to complete this. My hands are shaking and a mix of blood and sweat creased on my forehead, click, almost there, click. Its sounded like angels singing. First phase complete.

One minute left

Peering my head out of the door way, a wooden staircase on my right and a hall leading into somewhat of an empty room. As I turned to leave, a voice stopped me in my tracks. "Well done, gentlemen." I know that voice. I don't want to, I can't, I decided to step back and and peered down the corner. The voice was deadly similar to my mothers but I couldn't see it, I just couldn't. It was a round table, where the gang members sat beside the sides of the table while the gang leader sat on one head of the table. On the other end, a figure in a black cloak sat talking to them, their voices was now lowered to a whisper and I could barely make out what they were saying, 'Damn it,' I thought. Taking a step back, the floor board creaked beneath me, 'shit, run,' I bolted up the staircase and out the door, I didn't hear anyone behind me, good they're not checking the noise.

30 more seconds

Taking a few turns, I reached the exit of the house and I swear I could've heard angels singing. Opening the door, there were only trees and bushes, 'damn it a forest,' "Get her!" a voice echoed behind me, making me sprint. "Shit, shit, shit," I picked up space but the branches scratched my face and things scraped my ankles but I kept running, jumping, twisting. They were on my tail I had to lose them. Turn, jump and sprint, that was the pattern, they lost it and in the process lost me. A gunshot sounded throughout the woods and the bullet landed in my shoulder. 'Oh, come, on!' I gritted my teeth and held the wounded area, blood oozing like a waterfall covering my hand in a dark red, but my legs kept going. I'm not going down so easily. A road, started coming into my vision and I swore I could hear angels again. I started sprinting now and the pain became non-existent, but the blood kept flowing. I started feeling dizzy, I stumbled onto the road and came onto an abrupt stop. 'I know this street, its basically a detour to my house.' There are those angels again. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and through my legs, almost making me fly. I need to get to Mark, a few turns and twist and Mark's house wasn't far from my site. Getting closer, the pain was resurrected and tears covered my vision, stinging my hazel eyes. I started limping and feeling dizzy, my arm was now drenched in blood and his door was so close.

First stair

'Come on, so close,'

Second stair

'One more Claire,'

Third stair

I slumped on the door and banged on it, almost breaking it, "Mark!" I screeched. I heard the door and heard the handle click and Mark stood there, in awe and that was it. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I fell. Soaked in blood and sweat, and into Mark's arms. That was it.