Let Go

I was free~Chapt 8

He had blood dripping from his mouth, his face bruised and cut. I didn't recognise him but he looked innocent and full of weakness. I let go of his mask and it dropped lightly to the floor. He hesitated and reached for the mask but I had already gotten it under my grip. He begun to whimper in fear, his hand getting slightly loose around my mouth. Enough for me to push it hard off my fragile and bruised face. We were the same. We had bruises and cuts everywhere. He didn't try to force his hand over my mouth again, nor get the mask from my hand. He just sat there, looking at me...frightened and tears starting to fall from his broken face. We both just stared at each other for a minute not doing anything to get away. I immediately snapped out of it and tryed to get away from him. But his hand grabbed my arm and pulled it back to him...even closer to him this time. I didn't scream or try to hurt him...it was like he was brainwashing me with his eyes. What the fuck is this... Who is he???
He grabbed my hair and pulled me against him. I was so shook I didn't try to struggle. My head was on his shoulder and he had his arms wrapped around me. Wtf!??? Was he hugging me? I suddenly felt tears falling down my back, making it wet and cold. I could hear him sniffling and crying. I couldn't say anything because he didn't understand what I was saying so instead, I oddly patted his back trying to somehow comfort him.
How did this day end up like this? Hugging a weird stranger in an alleyway at night? Was he a maniac? Did he know me somehow? Why did he hurt me? Why was HE hurt? What THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!?
It had been about half an hour, and he was still crying on my shoulder...I sighed and waited. During this time it had started to rain, light drops had soaked me and him. I didn't budge because what if he had a weapon? Would he hurt me again if I pulled away? After abit I could finally hear him clear up his tears and stop sniffing. "OK, this is my chance..." I got ready to spring up when he would let go of me, I would run even though I had a bad ankle. Fear and anxiety flooded through me. I. Can. Do this.
I breathed in slowly... even if he had a weapon, he wouldn't be able to get it out in time. At last I felt him loosen, my back was wet from tears. Whatever was wrong, whatever he knew about me... the only thing I need to do is escape and this is my chance.

His hands pulled away from me and I sprung up, my ankle stinging and throbbing with pain but with all my determination I ran... I ran as fast as I could screaming as I did to get people's attention. I could hear his hesitating feet as he began to run after me. I wouldn't look back, it would only slow me down. I was almost jumping forwards, limbing as I ran. The wind and rain slapped my bloody face. The ground was slippery but I still managed to grip against it. After a while, I could no longer hear the running feet behind me... I still ran, springing up each step I took. AT LAST. I WAS FREE.

The lights of the streets shone brightly, leading me in the direction of my home. I ran, dodging the dozens of people flooding past me. Sighing as I went. The blood on my forehead had dried but I could feel the stinging in my ankle and my face.  I ran desperately through the crowd, tears starting to run down my battered face. I was walking so fast but so weakly. My legs were starting to get wobbly. "Oh my GOD!" I had had enough, my legs were helpless and weak. My ankle felt like it would fall off. I tumbled gently to the ground beside the wall accidentally bashing my head on the brick. OWWWWW!!! I screamed but I suddenly felt the dizziness flooding through me and my eyes beginning to close, my head hammered down to the ground and my body became still.

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I woke up...lights beamed on me. It was morning. I was in hospital. I could first hear my breathing heaving fast and my heart pulsating frantically. I had a bandage wrapped round my ankle and I could feel the stitches on my head. Someone must of called emergency services.. Was it that bad!? I couldn't even remember last night that well... I went out, had a drink...got taken away BY THAT MAN!!? OMG THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE WHAT DID HE DO TO ME!! I raised my head suddenly to scan the room, people wondered by. Patients groaned and cried. The only thing I could hear clearly was the beeping. Again, again and again. UGHHHHH, that's why I hate hospital... I ripped the blue blankets of my body and slid of the bed. My head ached and my ankle stung. I glanced around to see if anyone was looking and hopped to the exit door, lifting my ankle off the floor. I grabbed my bag that they had put beside my bed. Hospital gave me bad memories because of my Dad...

I was limbing through the corridor, it was busier there but I kept my head down trying not to look suspicious. Everyone was just too busy to notice me YES!! I made a run for the leaving exit and went through automatic doors. The world surrounded me, cars whizzing and people walking by. The blossom trees were beautiful. Omg!! The blossom trees...I remember them from last night! Was I that close to a hospital? Ugh, I must of had lots to drink. I ruffled around in my bag, getting out my phone. I opened Google Maps again and pressed in my address. Without hesitation I set off, nothing was going to happen to me, I knew it. I limbed sollemly along, closing my eyes in tiredness. OOF! I opened my eyes ubruptly to see I had gone straight into a man holding a suitcase. "Ah!!" I said. "I'm so.... "
"Maya?!"