The moment echoed over and over in my mind; redheads always creeped me out as I was scared of clowns. Having anyone stare at me so very long (unbeknownst to me) was creepy too… There were other windows, other strangers, in a large area: why was she glaring so intensely at only me? I couldn't think of why except for some disturbed reason.. and changed my attention to pushing through until next month: something assured me I wouldn't stay in the bunker for long… though I must admit: there was times I started crying profusely due to realizing that my life had just been abuse, freedom and abuse again. I literally had no control, especially when I was trapped in a bunker with a bunch maniacs. But on the 30th, I was approached by a blonde woman…
She was a little shorter than me, and had glossy and happy eyes. She looked concerned; which is natural considering everything.. But her face seemed to be perking up with each word I said to her. Though, I wondered if she saw that I was crying and quickly wiped my eyes, while she asks "Are you tired of this place, too?". I replied " Yes.." then tried clearing my throat.. "Th,then would you leave with me? I heard there's a better bunker not too far away, if we sneak out; they'd let us in there, a friend of mine told me for sure they would. But I'm too afraid to go alone…" she reveals. I understood what happened: she knew I wasn't going to start screaming at random nor tell on her; and that's why I was approached for something like this… so I asked "I'll try, but I look like someone who could help? I mean, I ...can't even drive..", I tried warning her of who and what she'd be travelling with.. But she replies "I lost my licence this year; I can't either! Ha!" , I stood as she introduced herself "I'm Eres, it's nice to meet you!". "Probably? " I joked.. She frowned at first, but laughed when I did…
After making plans; we were able to leave that very night…
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