"I killed Luke."
How do I not remember any of this? What am I going to do? I can't talk to Detective H, I mean what if I say something.
"FUCK!" I scream.
I can't stop pacing back and forth. My breathing is heavier, and I feel like the walls are closing in on me. And I must sound like a crazy person talking to myself. I didn't kill Luke. I couldn't have. It must have been a hallucination or a daydream or something. It wasn't real was it? It can't be! Why would I kill Luke? Why would I kill anyone?
What if the cops find out it was me? What if I go to jail for years, even life? I can't afford that! This has to be all a huge misunderstanding. I'm innocent. It wasn't me, it can't be me.
I need a plan. I need to get out of this. I obviously won't be able to confront the cops with this information in questioning tomorrow, so I need to act fast. The question is how am I going to escape from this room and how?
* * *
I've tried every possible way to try and escape, but there's no use. There's no windows, the door is most likely guarded, but wait maybe I can try and distract them.
The door was surprisingly unlocked and it looks like I was right about the guards well more like guard.
"Excuse me Ms. where do you think you're going?" He was big and looked very strong, he could probably kill me with one punch. But I needed to think of an excuse and fast.
"Um, I need to take a shower and mines not working, so I was wondering if there was another one?"
"Are you sure it isn't working?"
"Yeah, I've tried everything, I mean you can take a look for yourself if you want."
He looked at me, eyes squinted and took a step inside. Perfect. Now's my chance to make a run for it.
"Ms. the shower is working fi- Hey!"
I have never ran so fast in my life. I had no idea on where I was going. All I know is that the guard was pretty fast too, and he wasn't the only one chasing after me. I feel like this place just keeps going and going. I'm so tempted to look back, but I know that will just slow me down even more. So I finally made the decision to turn the corner and go into the nearest room I could find.
I heard them go by as soon as I closed the door. Thank god I have a moment to catch my breath. My lungs feel like they're on fire, and my heart is literally pumping out of my chest. But that was such an adrenalin rush! I kind of liked it! I've never done anything like that before, but then again I've never been through a situation like this before.
* * *
The room I ended up in is huge. It had to be ten times the size of mine! It has a kitchen, and windows, and it has to have multiple bedrooms. I couldn't help but wander the place. I wonder who lives here, if any.
I am quite thirsty, after running up and down those halls. I looked in the fridge and grabbed myself a water bottle. The fridge was full, which probably means that somebody lives here. I then accustomed myself on the couch and rested. Then I heard something or someone.
I quickly found a nearby closet and hid there.
"Hello?! Is anyone there?"
The voice sounded like a male, and its very familiar. I could hear him coming closer, and I covered my mouth to muffle my breathing.
"I know you're here. I have a gun and I'm not afraid to use it. So I recommend that wherever you are hiding you come out now."
His voice was calm, but on the other hand my nerves weren't. Should I just go out and get it over with anyways? I'd rather be shot by a stranger then die alone as a fugitive. I battled back and forth with myself whether I should open the door or not. But it looks like I don't have to make that decision anymore. The door opened and I stood as still as I can.
"I can see you. I'm not stupid. Now come out and show yourself."
I took a deep breath and walked out. I don't know what to expect, I mean I didn't even make it out of the apartment building. Now they'll probably put me in a room without a bed or something.
"That's good, now come towards me, if you try to make a run for it I will shoot."
I slowly went out, my head down, and made my way towards the black figure.
"Lexi?"
I looked up and I can barely see his face, but I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"L-luke? It can't be."
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Oblivion
Fanfictionob·liv·i·on the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening.