Escape

Chapter 5

Life; heaven for some people, hell for the others, for some it's perfect from the start to the last breath, while some have to struggle from the beginning, to the point where they could at least live in peace in the last years of their life. Working day and night restlessly, with a smile on the face because if they complain the source would be snatched away from us. Even with all this one is not sure if life would be pleasant at the end of the day. Just work, work and work.

I don't know what we did? Did we forget to be born in a rich, blessed family? The family which gift their children all these luxury cars and beautiful outfits. This is life, not like mine, where one has to struggle for each thing, for any necessity, I don't even know when I last bought an item of clothing, or when I went to a salon, or to a movie, restaurant, No, never. I had to study all the weekdays and work on the weekends. I worked at a cafe where I couldn't afford a single drink, far from this school, where I wouldn't bump into someone I knew.

I watched as a kid from the school zoomed past me in their BMW listening to the radio at a high volume. I sighed and looked down at my skateboard, it's paint has faded a long time ago and it's wheels needs to be changed. Very well, I skated my way out the school and took a long route home, thinking that even if I reach on time I am doomed to be beaten, why not delay that by 20 minutes. I skated past some beautiful craft shops, tea stalls and aesthetically pleasing stores. I wish that someday I could buy anything that my heart desires. I skated past a flower shop and it instantly reminded me of my parents and the cemetery, it was the same flower shop I used to buy flowers for my parents. " Meet me at the cemetery tomorrow morning." My whole body shivered at the thought of the note I received today. Should I go? No, NO, I can't go, they'll kill me, just like my parents, just like them.

I skated towards the cemetery, it's day time, nothing could happen to me now. My heart beating faster and faster. With the growing anxiety, I sped my way towards my destination. I reached the gates of the cemetery and rather than going inside, I walked around it in search of some answers; for a clue, anything. Nothing really seemed out of place, I glanced at the nearby houses and stores, maybe someone saw that person?

I walked towards a nearby general store, an old lady was silently sitting behind the cash counter, reading a fashion magazine. She was wearing a green floral shirt, and her hair was tied in a neat bun. As I neared to the counter, she looked up at me with a bored expression on her face.

She eyed me from head to toe, sighed and slightly shook her head as if I disappointed her in some way. I quickly glanced down at myself. Were my laces untied? Is it my wrinkled clothes? Or my hair was sticking in all the places? What's wrong?

"Soda is in the back of the room, down the 4th aisle"

"I am sorry, what?" I looked back at her, remembering what I was actually here for.

"What do you want, young lady?" She directed the question at me, while she surfed through the magazine.

"Umm, no, actually, can I ask you something?" I looked at her with uncertainty.

"You just did."

"No, I mean, did you see someone mysterious around here?"

That got her attention, her breath hitched, and I saw her left eye twitch. She looked back at me and placed the closed magazine on the shelf nearby holding several other books.

She instantly looked down, and pretended to be busy; dusting imaginary dust off of the desk.

"By mysterious you mean?"

"I don't know, someone that you've never seen before, lurking around in this area, particularly around the cemetery across the road?"

" How would I know, I am no watchdog." her voice got high, and she refused to maintain eye contact with me.