Like a kid waiting for Christmas, sunrise was dragging it's feet. When this was all said and done, I was getting out the game. I am over the drug world. The costs were putting me at the short end of the stick everytime. I lost my mom, my second chance at love, and my peace of mind. None of that was worth this. Everyday I've been here, I felt like I was knocking on death's door. I got starved, beaten, and tortured. I couldn't return to home and start fresh, and listen to my mom's I told you so. I know I had a play in her death, and that by itself is enough to eat me alive. I don't know where I was going to pick up at, but I know one thing - It will be on the other side. One cue, the church bells ringed almost louder then ever.
I wiggle the pliers out between my thighs. Bending over, I stand the pliers up, and open them up with my teeth. I place the zip ties in between the pliers, and line them up. Footsteps. My heart starts to flutter, as I hear the footsteps speed up. I close the pliers shut on the zip ties. Fuck. My sweaty hands made the pliers fall sideways on my thigh. "Hey? Hey! The hell are you doing over there?" I gotta pick up the pace. The footsteps increased to a slight jog. Finally, I steady my nerves enough to cut the zip ties free. Bending down to cut the ones around my feet free, the owner of the footsteps hurls himself at the side of the chair. Hitting the ground face first, I watched helplessly as the pliers spit out my hand, just as he planned. "Damn it!" Kicking him in the head, I thrusted my body forward as he laid out by my feet. Inching my body to the pliers, I flipped my body on all fours and crawled towards the pliers. After what seemed like forever, I grabbed ahold of them again. As he hovers over me to grab my hair, I clench the pliers on his nuts. I catch my breath while he screams in agony. Switching hands, I grab his nuts with my free hand and use the pliers to cut the zip ties around my feet. I let his nuts go, and held his eyelid open with my left hand, jabbing the pliers in his eye socket with my right hand. I stabbed his eyeball out until it was almost mesh, and leaking blood.
Without looking back, I drop the pliers and take off to the exit I seen the girl coming from. Just as if things were going too good, I see a can of gasoline and matches by the door. They were planning on killing me today. Today was going to the day that I died. The gasoline had to be for me, as they never came early Sunday mornings. I always figured they were getting their Church on before they clocking in for the day. Looking back at the door, I knew that I was taking a chance with fate. I could leave, while I still had the chance—Or, I could make this count. My ticket out the game. Picking up the can of gasoline, I painted the floors with it. I know I don't have much time to play with. Grabbing the matches, I took a deep breath before getting ready to strike the match. As I raised my arm, I see out the corner of my eye- him, charging straight for me. I threw the remainder of the gasoline in his direction. "Bitch!" He yelled, as he collapsed on top of me. Blinded, he grabbed my throat in between his hands before slamming my head back and forth on the ground. Through it all, I still had the matches in my hand. I slid the match across the floor, before flicking the match a couple feet away from us. The building was in flames in seconds. I tried to claw his eyes out, but with them already being closed, it was pointless. It didn't help that he was a built like a body builder, either. I kicked him, making him stop slamming my head down, but not enough to make the grasp from my neck any looser.
Between the smoke and him choking me, I was sure I was going to die. It can't end like this. It can't. I can feel the air leaving my body. My kicks and punches were getting weaker and weaker, like the day I got kidnapped. I look back at the door, which was now shining, like a door to Heaven. I smiled a little, knowing I would see my mom again. The old her. And I would be the old me, too. The young me, who just cleaned tennis shoes for money in Brooklyn. The girl who waited for Josh to get off work to spend his money together. Before he went to college. Before I moved to Miami. Before all of that. Maybe it wasn't so bad on the other side.
I woke up choking on a cloud of black smoke. My eyes can barley open, but from the looks of things, the building is engulfed in flames. The door, standing firm and tall, still held a slight dim to it. I tried to stand up, but quickly realized that wasn't a option. Covering my mouth with one arm, I took everything in me and crawled towards the door. Using all of my weight, I pushed the door open, exposing me to the burning fresh air and sunshine. After powering up more energy, I dragged myself into the middle of the street. With little to no traffic going on, I could tell the public hasn't seen the fire yet. I flagged down the first car that I seen. A rich old white Man to the rescue. Hopping out the car, he seemed terrified at what he was witnessing. "Did you just come out of there? Oh my God! Oh my God!" Tired, I collapsed down to the. ground. "Hey, hey. Come on, let's get you some help." He opened his back seat and slid me in it, before taking off. "Can you hear me?" He called out, facing me in the review. I was froze. "Let's get you to a hospital." He whispered to himself. "No," I finally spoke. The look of disbelief could slap you in the face. "No? Lady, you just came out a fire. I'm taking you to the-" "Please. I've been through enough. Just. Take. Me. Home."
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