Freedom Is A Lie.

Freedom Is A Lie. PART ONE

 Part One

      Mud, that’s what my face lands in when I trip on that stupid tree root. It’s so dark out I can’t even see where I’m going. Get up, get up! I can hear them coming. They’re going to get me, they’re going to kill me. Get up, run. That’s all I have to do, just run. It must be night time, becuase its so dark I can barely see where I'm going. Plus fog is so heavy that whenever I breath in it feels like im drowning. But I would much rather die of drowning then be cought by those monsters. Normally I'm just fighting for my life, but now, I'm running for my life, and this is my only chance. Don't think just run. Just run dammit!

      I can Barely see it, but I know there's a road not far in the distance. Their still coming after me, even though I can't see them, I can still hear them I can still hear them. What if I don’t reach it in time. What if they catch me and kill me before I even have the chance to get away. Once again, I’m falling again. This time it hurts even more than the first. My head, is now throbbing, it feels like someone is banging on the inside of my brain with a hammer. I reach up to put my hand on my forehead, when I pull it away its covered in blood. It doesnt matter, keep running. Don’t stop what ever you do, don’t ever stop.  Finally I reach the road, my bare feet brush against the asphalt. It’s cold and rough; I spin in circles looking for the answer of what to do next.

      The road goes in two directions; I know that if I go the wrong way it will lead to my death, the men that are following me know these woods like the back of thier hands. How do I make a decision like this.  The same way I've made every decision in my life, don't think about it, just do it. I chose the way, that I think is north, and start running. Remember what Rebecca said, “If you ever get out of this place, don’t even think about looking back, just keep running what ever you do, just keep running”.

      As I'm running down the road, I realize that I can't hear them anymore. Did they stop following me. Maybe, their hiding from me, waiting for the perfect moment to catch me. I keeping running not wanting to think about it, so I focus on my breathing and watch my feet travel over the road. As I watch my feet, it almost feels like I'm flying. I give myself a second to appreciate the idea that for once I'm actually free. I look up to see the pitch black sky, it's been so long since I've seen the sky. However, I don't get the chance, because as I raise my eyes to the sky I see, car lights!

      Maybe they'll will help me, I hope they will help me. But as I stop in the middle of the raod waiting for the car to get closer, I look down at my body. I’m covered in mud and blood, but that still doesn’t hide the fact that I have no cloths on. As I stand there waiting I realize how cold I am. I’m covered in goose bumps, along with the mud. What do I care. So many people have paid to see me naked, what does it matter if one more person is added to the list. For ten years people have paid to see me, to touch me, to hurt me. One more person seeing me naked shouldn’t bother me, but it does. Just like it did all the other times. Getting away from those men was so that all of that would stop, but maybe that's just how the world is, I just pray that the stranger in the car won't want anything from me. The car is getting closer; it's comming torwards me with speed. I don't think the driver sees me yet. Don't move stand your ground. The car stops with a screech five feet in front of me. My hearts beats with a speed i didn't think was possible. Is it a man or a woman?

      My question is answered when a man steps out of the car. He’s tall; around 6’4, and broad shouldered; probably 200 pounds. As he walks closer I force my self to slow my breathing, I'm still panting from the long run. Don’t move away, he can help you, just try not to make eye contact, that's disrespectful. He’s taking off his jacket; I start to cry, he's not going to kelp you, he's going to kill you, that's what my brain tell me, as he steps closer. Tears stream down my face, its so cold out I feel like they might freeze to my face. The man puts his jacket around me, and then he bends down to look straight into my eyes, for a escond I look back but then quickly look down at my feet. His eyes are brown, his hair is brown, and the beard that he is beginning to grow is brown. His jaw line is strong and his lips are pressed into and firm line. The man’s eyebrows and furrowed is sympathy, and surprise mixed together.

“Your ok. It’s ok now. I’ll keep you safe.” The man says, his voice deep with a soft rumble, that makes me feel like I can trust him.

 My heart beat steadied and my pulse slowed, but my legs begin to shake from exhaustion. I began to sink to ground, but the man sweeps me up  in his arms; like princess.

I lean into his chest, listening to beat of his heart just for a second before he sets me down in the passenger seat, making me realize that even though I don't have a good reason to trust this man, I do. I trust this tall man with the brown hair, and I know that I'm going to be safe as long as I'm with him. I don't know where he's taking me, but I know that it's somewhere away from the monsters that are hunting me in the woods. The man doesn't ask me questions; he doesn't even look at me. And for that I'm eternally grateful. I'm shaking so hard, not becuase I'm cold, but because I can't believe that I'm free. I'm covered in mud, I try to think i something to say but I can't even form a coherent thought,  the only word that came to mind every time I try to think is, freedom.

One of the many things that were taken from me, and I finally had it, freedom. Happiness keeps trying to bubble out of me. But the only way it came out was in tears. I had watched girl after girl be killed for even attempting to plan an escape; yet I’m the one who’s free? It doesn’t seen quite fare. I was so deep in my circling thoughts that I hadn't realize that the man had parked in front of a police station. He gets out of the car, walkd around the front of the the car and opens the door on my side. He reachs out his hand, and without even thinking I take his warm hand and hold it tightly, his gives my hand a light squeez, in attempt to calm my nerves. 

We walk in through the door together and he sitt me down on a bench in the waiting room as he goes to the front desk. As he walks away from me, I examined his back and shoulders, his left side is higher than his right and he  has a sort of limp. The women at the front desk looks between him and then me, but as he walks closer to her she still gives him a smile, it's like she knows him, and maybe they are friends or just mutual acquaintances. As they talk he glancea over his shoulder back at me, the woman looks at me as well, with sympathy. Even though I know I trust the man, I don't trust the woman.

I jump up ready to run, the man walks over to me trying to have a reassuring look on his face, but if he's has try to look reassuring then that meant that there was a reason to not be reassured. Did he trust the woman. Was she a danger. Did she want to hurt me. Did she want to hurt him. As I contemplate these life or death questions, three men walk into the room. They are all wearing police uniforms, but even though police men are supposed to protect people and make them feel safe, looks can be deceiving.  I have to run. It’s not safe. Why did I ever trust this man, I know nothing about him? He could be one of them, one of those murdering, raping, bastards. Run. The man walks towards me, he sits on his knees in front of me,

“It’s going to be ok. These men are going to take you to hospital, their gonna take care of you.” He says.

Noooo! You can’t let them take me, please, don’t let them take me. I don’t trust them. I stand up, and run, right before I reach the door an arm catches me right in the chest. All of the air goes out of my body, and I fall to the ground with a thud. my chest burns, as I suck in a large breath, panting I look around the room.

“What did you do that for,” the man says.

“What was I supposed to do? Just let her run out of here?” replies the policeman, the man who made my chest burn, like it was one fire.

The man who I thought I trusted bends over me, in his hand is a syringe, “It’s ok. This is just going to put you to sleep for a while, so that we can take you to hospital without you getting hurt anymore.” LIAR! You’re lying to me.

My heart pounds in my chest, I feel like if it pounds on the cage that is holding it in it might just jump out and run away like the rest of my body is begging to do. He puts the needle in my arm and instantly my vision blurs. My eyes wander to each of the faces that loom above me, and I wonder if they are going to kill me. Or maybe they’re just going to give me back to monsters that hunted me in the woods. No, I wont let that happen. I’ll kill myself before I let that happen.