Blazing Red

Chapter Five: Escape

You know those days where you actually decide to study for that one test. You decide it's time to be responsible, put down your phone and study. You lay out all your work, maybe even a study guide and just prepare.

Yeah, me neither.

I'm the girl up at 3 am on a school night watching Netflix, forgetting about the test that so many of those kids decided to study for.

Yet I'm also that girl that complains they get no sleep and then the next night decides to go to sleep at 8 pm to get even with herself.

The truth is, I'm complicated. I'm confusing, but I'm realistic. You know me, until you don't, and that's why I'm not afraid to be who I am, because no one plays a better me then me. Escape, is everything some people want, but can never have. Everyone wants a way out of something, difficult, confusing. Everyone wants answers, but not everyone can have them.

To escape from this cage we all put ourselves in we do stuff we love. We have fun, we go out. My "fun" just so happens to be about being alone... and my "going out" just so happens to be daydreaming in the park. I'm boring, I know, but I don't care. I'm happy the way I do things, and that's all that should matter.

That's my escape, as stupid, and sad as that sounds, it is. We all need an escape from something, somewhere and what I'm escaping from, just so happens to be from myself.

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"So let me get this straight. You, think you can kill Jax." Matt repeats for the millionth time.

"How many times do I have to tell you. Do you have brain damage or something?" I say sarcastically, eyeing him which such annoyance.

"No, I don't have brain damage. I just don't think it's possible." He scoffs and I let him watch as I roll my eyes.

"How is it that I find out about all of this today," I sigh, using my hand to gesture. "And manage run into you? Doesn't that seem,"

"Things happen, It's not like someone planned this." He laughed.

"Look, I've only know about this so call drapelle world for less then 12 hours. I've been told things, taught things and I don't know what to do. Then I'm almost brutally murdered by a guy, only two years older then me, may I remind you, because he says i was 'on his radar'," I allow myself to use quotes in my sentence. "Which I still have no idea what the hell that means! Then, he tells me that three marks are not just simply rare but non existent but clearly it's right here on my wrist so either you're blind, dumb or both. So please, for the love of God, either stop talking, listen to me, or try to help me." I stop, glaring at him, running out of breath on my run on speech.

"Okay, okay. What do you want to know?" I can tell he's thinking, I just don't know what it's about.

"What do you mean when you said you found me by your radar?" I ask, curiously.

"Watch," he grabs my arm and observes the ink once more. Then he looks at me and smiles. I watch as one of his fingers slides down the ink, then to the right, diagonal to the left, and then right once again until something 3D hovers above my palm.

"What is that! Get it off! Get it off!" I panic, almost falling.

Because that sounds like me.

"Calm down, crazy." He smiles, holding me steady as I throw him a glare. "Just watch," he points to what looks like an hour glass on this 3D model that lingers above my skin. "See these dots. How there one blue and one..." He stops, staring.

"One what?" I ask, confused, trying to see what he sees by squinting.

"Green, I've never seen green before. Usually everyone around you is sorted into sections. I'm blue, as most of leevis are, you can only see your kind, I could see you, you were a blue dot on my radar this makes no sense."