Into The Dark

I don't remember the time and place when the feeling of fear stopped being existent in my life or when the adrenaline stopped making my heart race with the feeling of true excitement.

I do know, however, it is always there, beneath the surface, but my conscious chooses to ignore that feeling.

Sierra's the name.

I've been on the run for a year and a half now, though somehow along the way I lost sight of the person that I once knew. Sometimes when I look at myself in the mirror, the sight looking back scares me. I'm not the same visually, I'm not the same mentally.

Life has become full of a constant panic.

It wasn't until Luca showed up that everything I thought I knew and questioned about life came to a shocking hault.

His presence.

His words.

It all felt like a trap, it all felt like he wasn't here to help but to twist my mind and harm me in some way, to pull me into a system that I have been fighting for all this time to stay out of.

I wonder if it is too late to escape or If I have unknowingly dealt myself a hand in a game that I cannot win.