Day 34 - Monday
One day until the flight.
The day started normally.
Okay, so maybe not completely normally. You had been up until six in the morning watching Caillou because... well, no reason... the night before, which had resulted in your sleeping in until freaking noon.
And then you were absolutely giddy (and absolutely terrified) when you realized that you only had to fall asleep one more time before your flight would be leaving and you could get out of here (hopefully forever) and never have to see Andy again.
Did that constitute normal? I mean, by your standards, maybe? What the fuck was normal?
You were getting off-topic.
Anyways...
Things took a bit of a turn, however, when a man showed up at your room and told you that you'd been sent... mail.
You stared at him in confusion for a moment, before asking who exactly this mail was from,
"I'm not sure, ma'am. I was just told to deliver it here. To a Ms. Adelaide Jacobson. Is that you?" Is what he said.
You were tempted to deny the fake name, but you had to admit that you were curious. Plus, if whoever had sent it to you was a threat, it would probably be better to hear what they had to say.
You accepted it and the man left.
The mail was a torn piece of paper in an envelope.
The paper read 'Found you N/n :)'.
And this brings us to the part of the story where you lost all semblance of rationality.
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You needed out of here.
You needed to grab your shit and drive somewhere else.
It didn't matter where. It just had to be away.
You'd sleep in your car... in the woods if you had to.
But wait... what if she'd bugged the truck you were using?
Maybe you could break into someone's car?
No. You wouldn't know how to start it.
You could ask to borrow a car?
Then never give it back?
But who would let a stranger use their car?
No one would.
No one.
You were so alone in this.
So utterly fucking alone.
Okay, okay,
It's okay.
You could...
You could just run.
You could just run and run and run.
How could they catch you if you never stopped running?
She was probably camped outside by now.
She and all those people... she was... working with?
Yes.
Okay.
You'd be fine.
You were fine.
Just... get in the truck.
And drive.
Find a place to rent a car.
Get a new car.
Keep going.
Book a new flight.
Get out of here.
You were gonna be okay.
You repeated that in your mind like a mantra as you grabbed your money stash and some snacks you'd been stowing away throughout your stay.
The hallways were empty. You crept towards the elevator.
You were gonna be...
A door opened.
...okay.
It was just a woman with her son.
You kept walking.
You got in the elevator.
It was so small.
Had it been this small before?
Fuck it. You were only on the second floor.
You would use the stairs.
You hurried down to the lobby.
You exited the sliding doors.
The truck was parked outside.
You felt safe the moment the door shut.
It was a mistake.
You started the car.
You tried to start the car.
The car wasn't starting.
Your breathing picked up.
You locked the car doors.
You crawled into the back seat and sunk to the floor.
Why was everything blurry?
It was so cold.
You were so cold.
There was nothing you could do.
They were outside.
She was outside.
You knew it.
You couldn't leave.
You were safe in here.
You were alone in here...
...weren't you?
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Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
It was dark out.
The crickets were chirping,
It felt like nails clawing against your brain.
Your eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness.
How had you managed to fall asleep?
And what had--
Thump.
You flinched.
Thump.
Something was knocking against the window.
Thump.
You felt the blood drain from your face.
It was so dark...
The noise stopped.
You were half delirious.
You needed to run.
Run.
Click.
The door was unlocked.
You threw open the door.
And you ran.
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Day 35 - Tuesday
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Day of the flight
You missed the flight.