Let Me Call You Mine

Untitled Part 2

On some days, I feel like life is testing me.

On most days though, I just feel like it's straight up taunting me.

I leaned against the wall, willing myself to stop breathing so damn loud and give myself away as I listened for their footsteps in the dark.

Here's the current situation:

I'm currently hiding in a tunnel at the far end of town. If my readings about this situation is correct, this could end up in three ways:

One, I get caught, be charged for being out on curfew and then be sold to some wealthy fucker

Two, I get caught, beaten up and be sold to some wealthy fucker.

Or three, I die.

So far, it's not looking too good but in this life, I much prefer the third one. 

I stared at the darkness for a second before a spark of irritation hits me.

It's so messed up and I have to physically restrain myself from screaming out in anger and frustration because I can't think of a way out of this without leaving a trail or accidentally exposing anything.

I can't go back to the studio because then they'll know where to find me and I've had my fair share of experiences with these assholes to know that they won't stop until they have me behind bars, beaten and wrestled into submission. And I've worked too hard to get that space, to get where I am right now to go down just like that.

Then comes my other fear: the possibility of them figuring I'm part of the resistance. That just immediately puts everyone I know in danger. Be it be my friends or the stranger I coincidentally made eye contact with a month ago. They'll hunt and track them all down.

And knowing Cal...

I stopped fidgeting with my shirt for a second.

Knowing Cal he won't be able to hold back his emotions and his ranging fire for equality. He'll end up being killed because he tends to be a reckless asshole who lets feelings get the best of him and the resistance will then be leaderless and they'll fall, be captured and slaughtered and this country will remain as ugly as it is now and-

I sucked in a deep breath.

That won't happen.

That can't happen.

I need to stop overthinking.

I forced myself to calm down a bit just so I could come up with a plan to solve this. That and also because my heart is threatening to drill its way out of my chest.

I looked at both ends of the tunnel, cogs in my brain turning.

I can't leave because I don't know which side of the tunnel they'll come from. I lost them a bit too far and too long to know which side they'll show up from. 

I nibbled on my bottom lip before deciding that it's probably a good idea to just fuck it and take a wild guess because it's better to keep running rather than be trapped. Nodding to myself, I used the wall as my guide towards the other end of this tunnel. I pressed myself further against the surface and kept an ear out for any signs of the three men. 

Just as I picked up my pace, my foot stumbles upon something relatively solid. It wasn't necessarily a rock or some fallen cement piece because it fucking moved once my foot collided with it. Nonetheless, it still made me lose my balance and trip over.

I swallowed back a gasp as I fell, grunting as something sharp and boney pokes my stomach. I frowned into the darkness upon realising I was on all fours with a weird stone poking my belly.