Into The Dark

I don't exactly remember when the fear stopped feeling like a constant weight pressing down on me or when the adrenaline stopped making my heart race with the raw desperate feeling of being truly excited. But I do know, it's always there, just beneath the surface, a threat waiting to boil over at the slightest sign of danger. I'm always in danger. Sierra's the name I go by now. I've been on the run for almost a year, though I somehow lost track of the person I used to be along the way. Sometimes when I look at myself in the mirror, I'm looked back at by a complete stranger, someone different. Someone marked. The scar on my cheek is a constant reminder of the escapes, of the days I barely survived. It wasn't until Luca showed up, that everything I thought I knew and believed came into question. His presence, his words, his profession. They felt like a trap, like he's not here to help, but to twist my mind, to pull me back into a system I've spent so long and fought so hard to escape from. I wonder if it's too late to escape, If I've unknowingly played my hand into a game I cannot win.