Chapter 5C

And it was like that, me walking, stopping, starving, and freezing. There had to be civilization on the other side, right? It had gotten darker out, and I knew soon it would be night time, and I would have to stop. I would probably be dead by the morning, I thought. It was too dark, too cold, for me to live. But oh well. I’d rather die out here on my own free will, than be killed by someone else. So I settled down on the ground underneath a tree, and lay my long, now oily blonde hair onto the ground.

And so when morning came, the sun shining yet again onto my face, warmth covering my frozen body, relief coursed through me and I got up, ready to go on and find my way home. It was then that I heard voices. And loud, crunching footsteps. I found a large tree and hid behind it, listening as hard as I could.
“She has to be out here somewhere,” A gruff man muttered.
“Stop groaning and moaning,” Another gruff man replied.
“Why? First I’m freezing, and then Sara just broke up with me, I’m not going to be in the best mood.”
“Don’t be such a softy, Charlie, Sara was ugly anyway.”
“Don’t you-” Charlie began.
“GUYS! Look!” Another man butted in. Gosh, were there any women in the mobster unit? How sexist. I relaxed a little against the tree. They wouldn’t find me.
“What?” Footsteps came closer.
“It’s a strand of hair. Blonde too. I think she’s nearby.”
“Really?” Came a sarcastic reply.
Oh god, they were right on the other side of the tree. I was done for. It was over. I had to run for it. I could hear them turning, to pass me, so see me…
I bolted. Straight forwards, not know which direction I was going, I flew forwards as fast as I could. I could hear them giving chase, their loud boots much better to run with than my bare feet. They were gaining on me, I could just tell, and when I stepped on a thorn and yowled in pain and stopped for that split second, I knew it was over.
I could feel the sharp pain on the back of my head before I saw black, the cold earth rising up as if to catch me, and then nothing.
I was floating, in a red dress, and it was billowing out around me, light filling the space, shining through the dress, and glimmering. And it was warm. Warm and cozy and so relaxing, I just let my arms fly out and feel it, knowing it would soon be over. I felt no weight; just light and air and space. I turned in the air, spun and spun and spun but didn’t get dizzy. And when the light began to fade, my dress ceased to billow, it got colder and colder, and I felt gravity push me down like a ton of bricks to the cold floor, and total darkness, like a sea, pulled me under.

When I opened my eyes it was a blur. People in white suits were rushing around, and I was in this all white room, with a huge white desk in the middle and two middle aged men on computers. What the hell? I put my hand to my head, and it was throbbing, I could practically feel the vibrations. I was sitting in a hard plastic white chair, in front of the two men, with about 4 feet of space between us. I was dressed in these white robes, silk and very smooth, but I was freezing, and I would give anything for that sweater. Well, I was done for. My one chance of freedom, and I had been captured. I wasn’t even scared anymore, just tired. With no hope left, knowing the end was near, my body couldn’t create anything but this dense, depressed feeling.