I wake up suddenly , still laying on the wet grass. I had slowly started to regain consciousness in both my tongue and legs. But I could barely register what was happening at this point, the last thing I could remember was numerous bright green eyes staring at me and then darkness.
Lane!
I pulled my self up quickly, searching for the fastest escape route. If layne and his gang of creepy green eyed Goul had left me here to die, after god knows what . I think I'll take my other chance at life.
I leap at first leaping far away from the car as fast as I can , through the steep forest, where I had thrown a can of coke earlier. I look at the can of coke lying helplessly on the flour, unsure whether it would even exist in the same form the next day. Like me, I stare ahead tally Bay was just ahead, I can see the light . The thought of safety makes me hasten up my speed. My legs energized from the thought of a warm place to lay down away from danger. Even if it was my mother'a house.
I quicken up my pace and almost triple over when I notice something , Right in front of me stood Lane, I could make out his hard sculpted face in the darkness. How did he manage to make it there before. I could hear my heart beating faster than my mind was thinking. And that was rapidly fast, too fast.
Was i still high?
Can someone still be high with this amount of andrenaline?
Question that I had no answers to, but at least I had an answer to something so far. I was getting out of here alive!
" Lane you can't hurt me" I stepped back and picked up a rock . It was cold and hard, just like the eyes I had seen earlier.
Nothing
Lane stood still, facing me.
I threw the stone towards him, having made sure it met him in the head, I took to my heels and ran past him. Noway was I going back to the woods .
I kept going, the cold air sweeping past my face. The sound of my breath clouding my ear drums, I could swear I heard footsteps behind me, footsteps growning on me. Calculated and rapid, just like Lane.
I slowed my breathing, all I could hear was the city from afar and the sound of my self breathing. No cracks from the branches, no crunch from the fallen leaves and sure as hell no footsteps. Just silence.
Maybe I knocked him dead.
I don't even want to know. I take a step forward , and then another , then another then I start running till I can't hear anything but my breathing.
I make it to the city just the right time to see the builders packing up from the site of the new bridge. I give out a sigh of relief and move over to the other end of the road, where the bus to the metropolitan tally city usually stopped . A man in his late Fifties was sitting there his hands clenched to his bags, a large cigar lit in his mouth as he listened to music through an earpiece. I tried to keep my voice as calm as possible as I mouthed a hello.
He didn't seem to hear me at first, so I decide to just sit down.
From where I'm sited I can hear his song playing so loudly, I try to calm my breath to the beat of his song, it's slow and melodious , sad at the same time happy.
Somehow it reminds me so much of my childhood.
It's summer and we are driving through the preppy suburban roads , past the light painted house and the white picket fences. Then, I am Dancing around in the park with mum and dad as they swirl me around in my little red dress.
My little red dress
My little red dress!
That does not feel like mine, it's a little too small for little Sonia. Why are the parks so large and full of people. Why is the sun shining so brightly, why are the there so many sunflowers in this part of the country.
I can't remember there to be so much sunflower.
I'm swirling , the strange man and woman that I feel some kind of attachment to are still holding me closely, like they are afraid I'll let go.
Her hands are very warm , I like the way he says I'm safe. The ways his breath feels on my little neck.
I'm no longer in the park , but I'm somewhere different, somewhere warmer , cozier. The strange man is reading a bed time story to me. It way different from what my father usually read for me before I slept.
He starts singing, and I'm tempted to join him . The lyrics seems so familiar but I swear I've never heard this song before. He is holding a little brown bear and kisses it on the head .
and then my head.
I slowly go into a deep rest. But before I close my eyes I hear him whisper.
"Goodnight Mary"
But I'm not Mary that was the last thing I tried to say before the complete darkness.