Arcadia - Part One Section Nine
An excerpt.
I would also like to thank all of my fans that love the story and wait as patiently as possible for me to pick it back up again. It is also because of you that I have confidence in getting my book published. Kate, Wolffc, Sara, Alaine, Evette, thank you so much for taking the time out to post a comment and voice your opinions. It really helped in motivating me to not give up on my story when I was beginning to have doubts. To all my Sweet Dreams to Nightmares fans that also took a gander at reading it I would also like to thank you from the depths of my heart. You've followed me through both of my journeys and I am more than grateful for it. I love all of my fans and I hope you will be looking out for my book if published! Cross your fingers and pray for me! I have posted a small excerpt from Arcadia Part One Section Nine. It's the least I could do since you have all been waiting for it for so long. I hope you all enjoy! Thank you!
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I had experienced way too much for one day. All I wanted to do was get home. I just wanted to bury myself in my sheets and never get up again. I could feel my body getting tired but I couldn't stop. I was happy that it was almost curfew; there weren't that many people to fight my way through. I was the only one on my street until a hum-v slid around the corner and raced towards me. They had found me. They knew I watched their Lieutenant die and they were on their way to arrest me. I made to run to my left but a wall had stopped me. I was such an idiot. I watched as they neared me and slowed. A sudden clicking and buzzing noise ripped from the intercoms attached to the top of it.
"For your protection we request that you be indoors by eight o'clock! Please get inside!" the intercom blared.
"Okay, I'm going!" I screamed back at the top of my lungs, a little unnecessary but I needed to scream. I had to scream.
The truck, to my relief, peeled off and left me alone again. I took off in a sprint once I could no longer see it.
"Just a few more feet." I coached to myself.
I could feel myself tiring out. I was so tired I started to cry from the exertion. I could have fallen out from relief when I reached the front door of my house. I pushed in the code to the garage door and waited for enough room for me to crawl through. I quickly scurried for the button and watched as the garage stopped and reversed its path until it closed. I collapsed to my hands and knees and burst into tears, uncontrollable tears.
"Tess!" I heard a voice call through the door. It was my sister's.
I jumped up and immediately worked on pulling myself together. I couldn't let her see me like this. I stepped into the clean room and waited as I was sprayed. I took off my suit and placed it into its incubator for cleaning. I had a chance to calm my nerves while I was sprayed. I did my best not to make eye contact with her as she watched through the glass door. When I was finished I walked through the sliding door and met her on the other side.
"Tessa, are you okay? What took you so long to get home? I was worried." She said all in one breath. She must've really been worried. She was doing that nervous tapping on the side of the leg thing that she usually does when she's worried or nervous.
"Lilith, it's okay. I was just walking around and lost track of time." I said in as calm a tone as I could muster.
"Please don't do it again. I thought you had gotten taken or something." She confessed as she dropped her head.
"You always assume the worst." I said with a chuckle.
To comfort her I kissed her forehead and rubbed the top of her head. It seemed to work. Her nervous tapping stopped.
"How was your day?" I asked while walking to the staircase.
"It was good. Yours?"
"Uhn," I shrugged, "Just another day."
I firmly grasped the hand rail. I thought I would pass out on the stairs. As I took each step it seemed like the Earth shifted.
"Dinner will be ready soon."
"I'm not really hungry. I'm just going to go to bed early, 'kay?"
"Oh. Okay. Are you sure?"
"Positive. And don't worry. I swear I'm fine. Just tired."
"Okay."
With great effort I stumbled into my room and closed my door, locking it behind me. I'd seen three corpses today. Three too many. Two of them were killed right before my eyes. Not only that but one of the two was a murder. I was a witness, so I should tell someone, right? But if I told I couldn't neglect the fact that I was an escapee. No doubt that Matthews guy would remember me and pin me as the last person his Lieutenant was with. Then there was the murderer. Would he come looking for me? Would he threaten me if I told or would he make me pay him back for saving me? It was too much to think about. I had collapsed on my floor. The room was spinning and I couldn't see straight. God, how I wished today would have been like any other day of routine than how it turned out. It wouldn't stop here either. Tomorrow I would have to face the possibility of seeing my police sketch on the television in the morning. Tomorrow, I could be a wanted criminal.
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"Tessa!" I heard my sister cry, followed by a loud banging on my door, "Tessa!"
My eyelids felt like they weighed a ton. When I opened my eyes my room looked blurry. Everything was vague and distorted as if I was waking up from a bad trip.
"Tessa!"
"Hm?" I managed to push out.
"I was making sure you were awake. I didn't hear your alarm go off this morning so I was worried."
I shifted my gaze across my room and found my alarm clock. It took a while for my eyes to adjust and when they did I read 7:30. I could feel my heart leap in my chest but my body didn't respond. I didn't even feel like getting up.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." I said drowsily, "I'm awake. Thanks for checking."
It fell silent. I heard my sister shift her weight and move away from the door. I made no attempt at getting up. I felt as if a year had passed as I slept. My room seemed familiar yet different. Everything seemed...misplaced. I closed my eyes and tried to get a hold of myself but the minute I did everything came rushing back. I remembered everything from yesterday as if it were a rush of water to my brain. I quickly shot up on my hands and knees and immediately regretted it as my head began to throb and swim violently. I pushed myself to my feet and stumbled, catching myself against the door. I would be looked for.
The morning was a blur. I remembered stumbling into the bathroom only because I stubbed my toe. It wasn't until I reached the stairs that I gained consciousness of what was going on. The smell of cinnamon buns turned my stomach or maybe it was my nerves.
"No, I didn't hear about that!" I heard my mother cry from behind me. She stepped around the corner with the phone to her ear and ran past me down the stairs, "You're kidding me!? Yeah...no...I'm on my way to the T.V. now."
I froze. Hopefully she was going to watch some show her and her so-called friends watched. I heard the T.V. switch on and immediately heard the dry monotone of a news anchor. I impatiently waited for the channel to change but the moment never came...
To be continued.
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