Chapter 2

 

I had run into another town. I bought a few things I thought I would need, a knife, ponytails, brush, shirt, jeans, wind breaker, matches and a few water bottles. I also bought a first aid kit and some heavy duty rope. I walked past a small aisle with dried food packages I grabbed a few and bought some more things I would need. I managed to squeeze everything into my small backpack. “Going somewhere?” A lady watching me quietly said behind me. She was frail and looked breakable. I looked back down at me stuffed backpack.

            “Camping.” I was in a hurry to get out of here. Back to the woods were no one would find me.

            “Alone?” She asked almost worried about me.

            “Yea, just for a day or two.” I stood up heaving the backpack on to my back. It was heavy but I liked the feeling of carrying my own stuff.

            “That doesn’t sounds very good. You could get lost.” She opened her purse digging through it trying to find something. “Here, I want you to have this. You could use it.” She started at the metal object. I grasped it to feel the smooth cold sides of it. A compass I hadn’t thought I would need one.

            “Don’t you want it?” Still feeling the cold yet somehow warm sides of the old compass.

            “No, it was my sons I thought he would want it someday but he refused. Too many old memories to keep holding on to.” She smiled a tired worn smile. She looks relieved to see it go. She walked away into the store that stood behind me. I placed the compass in my backpack. I don’t think I will ever use it but I wanted to keep it. I walked into the nearby woods behind a worn down building. 

I quickly started to run. I shed a light sweat but it didn’t last long. The air was becoming crisp with fall rolling in. I had run hours not knowing where or which direction I was going. I realized I was deep into the forest now. Not hearing and sign of human life around me. I slowed panting franticly trying to refill my empty aching lungs. I never realized how bad of a runner I was. Although I was becoming better every step I took. I started to think what day it might be. If the police was searching for me but I had no idea what day it was. I had run for three days straight through rain and the darkest of all night not slowing. I lived in Minnesota I was used to some outdoors. I knew enough, I loved camping my mom took me often to get out the house. I think she felt the same way I did when I was running. I knew by the time I had reached thick dense woods that I somehow crossed into Canada.

I didn’t realize fall was approaching sooner in Canada. I thin shiver rolled over me. I dug through my backpack to find my wind breaker. I quickly put it on. Thankful for the warmth it provided me. I stopped watching the woods around me. I saw the faint white cloud that rolled from my every breath I took. I walked from then on in.

 I found a small area that was cleared. I started a small fire with the steel wool in the survival/ first aid kit. I liked the feeling the small glow and faint crackle of the fire gave me. It radiated heat that gave me hope and made me happy. I thought of my mom how she would never get to experience this again. One small salty tear rolled down my cheek. I thought of her smile that made you feel important. Her white bright smile, it made me feel loved for that one second. I feel asleep using my backpack as pillow. Again I dreamed a blank slate nothing at all. I woke up to find my fire gone and the crisp air reaching my skin ounce again. I felt funning when I was about to leave like something or more like someone was watching me. I quickly glanced around seeing no one I shook of the feeling and set off again.

I walked slowly absorbing every last bit of nature. Every chirp a bird made, every branch the cracked from squirrels scavenging. It was like music to me, pure nature. I kept walking further and further even though a cut was widening and going deeper. I tried to ignore it but it was all too clear knowing I would never go back. Go back to the place I grew up. I again thought of the smile my mom ounce had. I hoped one day I would see it again. For some reason tears just kept coming, it was the one thing I had no control over. I quickly wiped them away I didn’t need a distraction, I needed to get away. I walked forward not thinking one thought. I saw clearer seeing everything around me.

I stopped and closed my eyes. Feeling my back pack slide into my hand. I listened to everything. Not having a care in the world. I took slow deep breaths. I then felt someone watching me there presence lingering and unwanted. I slowing prepared myself to run. I then listened I could hear twigs cracking under the pressure of someone’s feet. I knew someone was there but the question was who, and why were they there. I shot open my eyes and bolted not seeing a thing maybe I just gone crazy. Then I felt pressure of someone knocking me down into the ground. They forced me hard into the cool leaves that were falling. My back pack fell from my hand and I could no longer move.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

What do you think work in progress but i hope you enjoy it :]