When They Find Me.

Part 2

The sounds of pacing outside my room drew me away from sleep and back into conscious. My eyes then opened and I stared at my pasty ceiling blankly,sure of what was outside my room.

I swung my legs over my bed and proceeded to stand up gingerly before drowsily stumbing to the door witch had been already unlocked and deadbolted from the outside;seeing as the handle turned with ease. My mother was there to face me,her usual grey,baggy eyes reflecting worry.

'O-oh I'm sorry,I wasn't meaning to wake you", She stammered,knowing damn well she had.

I stared back at her nonchalantly,heaving back a sigh.

'You're having the dreams again,yes?", I pretend to be surprised,but my voice came out dry.

My mom winced slightly and avoided my gaze,then retreated to a small nod. She fiddled with her long stringy blonde hair.

"They came for you", She told me.

'I'll call the priest then this afternoon", I declared. Mother insisted that a preist would be the only one to calm her demons. Of course anyone knew by looking at her ,a small white room would be a better answer. As long as I took care of her she could stay however. At least that justifies a 19 year old still living with her mother.

There wasn't much I could do besides make her take medicine and eat. She slept most of the day,waking up constantly to make sure I stayed indoors.

And that's how it was. I got to leave only to take weekly walks into town for grocery shopping. I lived for those 30 minutes way from my house. Though there was always worry. My mother was unpredictable and there was always the possibility she would break down without me there to help her.

Today was one of these days. I began to fill a pot of water before putting it on the stove to boil. My mother watched from the kitchen intently as I started the two step process to making the same plain oat meal she ate everyday. My mother feared that any other breakfast food was poisoned by the people that supposidly hunted us down.

After spooning the oat meal into a small bowl and she began to eat slowly; staring around the room as she did, like some animal being stalked.

I made sure the first guard had an eye on her before I headed upstairs to change. I put on a red baggy turtle neck and topped it with a charcoal colored cardigen. Lightwash jeans kept my legs covered and small black boots did the same to my feet. My wavy blond hair came down to my shoulders to shape my tanned face.

I went back down stairs and my mother instantly stood.

'Your heels will prevent you from running", She furrowed her browns with concern.

'I won't need to run mother", I replied calmly.

'Thats a lie ,they're always watching", She hissed.

I regretted challenging her. I would only get her worked up.

"Ok,ok,ok", I reached for her anti-phycotic and she didn't resist as I put it to her pale chapped lips. She took it and swallowed. Moments after her eyes glazed over she sat back in the chair.

Once she was completely still I turned for the door and the second guard handed me my wallet. I thanked him and headed out the door.

Oh, and I didn't change my shoes.