My Guardian Angels (Chapter Three - Grab What You Can Hold)
I was on a bridge when I hit a bump in the road-flying through the side of the gated bridge. I hit the water just a seconds later.
I slipped and with my legs flailing, grabbed hold of the window that was just in arms reach. Not the window to my room but the window to the room next to mine-the one with a doctor in it....and two patients. "Owww..." I moaned. I tried not to be too loud but my arm hurt so bad. I swung my other arm to the window-legs still flailing. I hadn't paid attention but whatever I was climbing on ended. They were just right under each window and a little further-a good five feet from each other. I sighed and shook my head as my feet searched for the bar. Thank God they found it. My feet pressed on the bar and-again I slipped. "Really!" I screamed. I fell two stories when I grabbed on to another window. "Oww!" I yelled in anguish. I had to yell this time-this crap hurt. I was gasping. My arm wasn't broken, sprained, and it didn't even pop out of the socket, nor did the muscle rip. I was fine but, still, it hurt. I sighed and hoped I didn't draw attention to myself. I pulled myself up, grunting in pain. I saw no one in this room at all.
I had a hard time getting the window open (shaking it, hitting it, pushing it in every direction, etc.) but I got it open and as soon as I did I got hit-hard-in the face with the aroma of bleach. I made a weird gagging noise because that horrible, burning bleach smell. I squished the windows frame with both of my hands and pushed off the Death Bar below the window and pulled and then pushed with my arms. Half of my body was inside. I squirmed through the window and with a loud thump, my body was sprawled on the floor. As soon as part of my body was in this room my head was spinning from the toxic smells in here. "Again ow!" I quietly said through clenched teeth. I pushed off the floor and looked around the room, it was bare except for a bed and monitor. It was so clean that where my body fell, left little smudge marks. I actually giggled and then I inhaled and almost puked everywhere, My head was out of the window before I realized it. I was still on the third story, high enough to kill me if I jumped - that's when it hit me.
"I'm actually escaping." I breathed. I couldn't believe it. I'd dreamt of getting away from Jim Bob since I was four and away-far, far away from Missy for a little over a year now, but...wow...how it felt to actually be doing it. A lot of the feelings were not that great....adreniline was in the middle. I could here my heart. I knew they had video cameras but, really, what did it matter? I took a deep breath, turned back to the room, and ran-I mean I ran every time my foot hit the ground it was back in the air with the other on the ground-then right in the air and the other on the ground. I was at the door in half a second. I cracked it, peering out into what might be freedom-but might be my eternal doom.
Nobody was there. I was holding my breath 1) because of the bleach and 2)because my life was at stake. I slid out of the room, closing the door behind me, and started running down the hall the same way I had in the room. Twelve seconds of running and there was an emergency exit. "Hmm," I said deviously "Fire alarm will sound if door is opened," I read having a sinister smile on my face, with a voice to match "I wonder how much panic that would cause...enough to get me out of here unnoticed?" I threw myself out the door and grabbed onto the railing on the first two flights landing on the staircase below it and I sped down the last staircase. I breathed in, started laughing took a turn to what looked like a parking lot, and saw Jim Bob.
My laughter stopped short and my smile fell. He was coming right towards me. I knew if I ran I would be caught-Jim Bob was fast. My hair bounced as I stopped short and bobbed up and down weighing my options, and I felt my brown eyes start to water and then, he ran right past me and I heard him fly up the stairs as well as the door slam, finalizing his stupidity. "Always trying to be the best cop and ending up as the worst." I said giggling and shaking my head. I squinted and saw all the cars. I ran and tried opening a whole bunch of cars. Finally, a purple Chevy Malibu (a little tacky, but hey, it's all I can get) and a nice jump-start got it started. The interior was grey and like any Malibu I'd seen before. Five people seating, soft, comfy seats, smelled weird, (probably do to the pine "fresh scent" air freshener hanging on the review mirror) and last but not least it had a wheel-which was all I needed...along with the gear stick and brakes. I had a permit but that was as close as I had to knowing how to drive-just kidding I'd hot wired tons of cars and only got caught, like, once.
So I hot wired "Blue to red." I mumbled to myself, biting my lip. I cut (more like sawed) through the wires with my Swiss army knife and then touched the two wires together. I felt a little electricity and then heard the roar of an engine. I laughed but not because anything was funny, but because I was free for the first time-ever.
I grinned as I pulled the car in reverse and then began drive and swiveled around the parking lot and onto the highway. I went the speed limit and stopped swerving so I would look like any other teenage girl in what looked like their parents semi-luxury car. It was weird driving with no keys in the car-it kinda seemed funny, but I did it to often to make a big deal about it. So I turned on the radio and leaned into the soft seats and smiled as my grip on the steering wheel loosened.
I'd been gripping it pretty hard but only a slight dent in the bumpy steering wheel indicated how scared I'd been. I came onto a random street and at my first red light I closed my eyes and recapped everything-The arrest, the hospital, the handcuffs, the sunset and doctor (that wasn't even mine) for countdowns, the escape, the slip from the window to the next, the fall from the window with patients and doctors, that horrid bleach filled room (it still burned a little in my nose), Jim Bob running passed me, the open Chevy Malibu, the Swiss army knife in the glove box, and the practically empty freeway, it had all been too easy. Easy, Easy, Easy. Was all I was hearing in my ears. Maybe I earned it from all the death and grief and depression and anger I've dealt with. I bit my lip. I was breathing rapidly but I didn't care. I bit my lip and it kept sliding out and I just kept biting it. The light had been red for six minutes and I started panicking.
I was biting my lip so hard I thought my teeth my meet as they sliced threw it. Then it turned green as I (and probably the people in the many cars around me) sighed in relief. I hit the pedal with as much force swerving between cars in my way. I was surprised out how long (10 hours-4:00pm) it took a cop to start chasing me, I was driving out at least one-hundred miles per hour. A grin lit up my face and I started going 110 MPH and swerved everywhere, went down roads that lead who knew where. I was almost out of gas. I saw a nice hill that lead to a lake and my grin fell as my next plan showed how my luck lasted only so long. I frowned, laughed, and swerved. I had opened the window a couple of minutes before getting chased, and I laughed as the wind hit me in the face and my grin was larger than anything that it had ever been since...the fire. I was free and I was here. I was on a bridge when I hit a bump in the road-flying through the side of the gated bridge.
I hit the water just a seconds later.
Bubbles flew everywhere and I disengaged my seat belt before it became stuck, and leaned forward so it was my back that hit the roof. I didn't have much air since I had been laughing (I was chastising myself for that as soon as I hit the water) and was getting irritated. I swam out my window and kept kicking until I saw the blue and red lights of police cars-and then they grew fainter and fainter until they were gone. I kicked-hard and as soon as I broke the surface of the lake, I spit and gasped. Taking in the air I turned and saw a boat with a boy about my age and his grampa holding fishing poles. I smiled at the people, gulped fresh air and said "If your going car fishing, I've got a nice Malibu at the bottom."
I had a hard time getting the window open (shaking it, hitting it, pushing it in every direction, etc.) but I got it open and as soon as I did I got hit-hard-in the face with the aroma of bleach. I made a weird gagging noise because that horrible, burning bleach smell. I squished the windows frame with both of my hands and pushed off the Death Bar below the window and pulled and then pushed with my arms. Half of my body was inside. I squirmed through the window and with a loud thump, my body was sprawled on the floor. As soon as part of my body was in this room my head was spinning from the toxic smells in here. "Again ow!" I quietly said through clenched teeth. I pushed off the floor and looked around the room, it was bare except for a bed and monitor. It was so clean that where my body fell, left little smudge marks. I actually giggled and then I inhaled and almost puked everywhere, My head was out of the window before I realized it. I was still on the third story, high enough to kill me if I jumped - that's when it hit me.
"I'm actually escaping." I breathed. I couldn't believe it. I'd dreamt of getting away from Jim Bob since I was four and away-far, far away from Missy for a little over a year now, but...wow...how it felt to actually be doing it. A lot of the feelings were not that great....adreniline was in the middle. I could here my heart. I knew they had video cameras but, really, what did it matter? I took a deep breath, turned back to the room, and ran-I mean I ran every time my foot hit the ground it was back in the air with the other on the ground-then right in the air and the other on the ground. I was at the door in half a second. I cracked it, peering out into what might be freedom-but might be my eternal doom.
Nobody was there. I was holding my breath 1) because of the bleach and 2)because my life was at stake. I slid out of the room, closing the door behind me, and started running down the hall the same way I had in the room. Twelve seconds of running and there was an emergency exit. "Hmm," I said deviously "Fire alarm will sound if door is opened," I read having a sinister smile on my face, with a voice to match "I wonder how much panic that would cause...enough to get me out of here unnoticed?" I threw myself out the door and grabbed onto the railing on the first two flights landing on the staircase below it and I sped down the last staircase. I breathed in, started laughing took a turn to what looked like a parking lot, and saw Jim Bob.
My laughter stopped short and my smile fell. He was coming right towards me. I knew if I ran I would be caught-Jim Bob was fast. My hair bounced as I stopped short and bobbed up and down weighing my options, and I felt my brown eyes start to water and then, he ran right past me and I heard him fly up the stairs as well as the door slam, finalizing his stupidity. "Always trying to be the best cop and ending up as the worst." I said giggling and shaking my head. I squinted and saw all the cars. I ran and tried opening a whole bunch of cars. Finally, a purple Chevy Malibu (a little tacky, but hey, it's all I can get) and a nice jump-start got it started. The interior was grey and like any Malibu I'd seen before. Five people seating, soft, comfy seats, smelled weird, (probably do to the pine "fresh scent" air freshener hanging on the review mirror) and last but not least it had a wheel-which was all I needed...along with the gear stick and brakes. I had a permit but that was as close as I had to knowing how to drive-just kidding I'd hot wired tons of cars and only got caught, like, once.
So I hot wired "Blue to red." I mumbled to myself, biting my lip. I cut (more like sawed) through the wires with my Swiss army knife and then touched the two wires together. I felt a little electricity and then heard the roar of an engine. I laughed but not because anything was funny, but because I was free for the first time-ever.
I grinned as I pulled the car in reverse and then began drive and swiveled around the parking lot and onto the highway. I went the speed limit and stopped swerving so I would look like any other teenage girl in what looked like their parents semi-luxury car. It was weird driving with no keys in the car-it kinda seemed funny, but I did it to often to make a big deal about it. So I turned on the radio and leaned into the soft seats and smiled as my grip on the steering wheel loosened.
I'd been gripping it pretty hard but only a slight dent in the bumpy steering wheel indicated how scared I'd been. I came onto a random street and at my first red light I closed my eyes and recapped everything-The arrest, the hospital, the handcuffs, the sunset and doctor (that wasn't even mine) for countdowns, the escape, the slip from the window to the next, the fall from the window with patients and doctors, that horrid bleach filled room (it still burned a little in my nose), Jim Bob running passed me, the open Chevy Malibu, the Swiss army knife in the glove box, and the practically empty freeway, it had all been too easy. Easy, Easy, Easy. Was all I was hearing in my ears. Maybe I earned it from all the death and grief and depression and anger I've dealt with. I bit my lip. I was breathing rapidly but I didn't care. I bit my lip and it kept sliding out and I just kept biting it. The light had been red for six minutes and I started panicking.
I was biting my lip so hard I thought my teeth my meet as they sliced threw it. Then it turned green as I (and probably the people in the many cars around me) sighed in relief. I hit the pedal with as much force swerving between cars in my way. I was surprised out how long (10 hours-4:00pm) it took a cop to start chasing me, I was driving out at least one-hundred miles per hour. A grin lit up my face and I started going 110 MPH and swerved everywhere, went down roads that lead who knew where. I was almost out of gas. I saw a nice hill that lead to a lake and my grin fell as my next plan showed how my luck lasted only so long. I frowned, laughed, and swerved. I had opened the window a couple of minutes before getting chased, and I laughed as the wind hit me in the face and my grin was larger than anything that it had ever been since...the fire. I was free and I was here. I was on a bridge when I hit a bump in the road-flying through the side of the gated bridge.
I hit the water just a seconds later.
Bubbles flew everywhere and I disengaged my seat belt before it became stuck, and leaned forward so it was my back that hit the roof. I didn't have much air since I had been laughing (I was chastising myself for that as soon as I hit the water) and was getting irritated. I swam out my window and kept kicking until I saw the blue and red lights of police cars-and then they grew fainter and fainter until they were gone. I kicked-hard and as soon as I broke the surface of the lake, I spit and gasped. Taking in the air I turned and saw a boat with a boy about my age and his grampa holding fishing poles. I smiled at the people, gulped fresh air and said "If your going car fishing, I've got a nice Malibu at the bottom."
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