Adapt (I)
Chapter Thirteen

TJR Garcia © 2020

SCARLET

The soles of my shoes crunch on the gravel road. It is all I hear. The trees around me pass in a blur. I am running faster than I ever have before. My breaths come frantic and shallow. As I clench my fists, I can feel the dried blood crusting and flaking off.

Above everything else I can feel every fibre of my flesh burning, stretching and twisting. I can’t stop running, though. My legs push forward through the jolts of pain.

Am dying? Surely, I am. I screech out to release the pain, but it doesn’t help. My nearest neighbours are too far away to hear. I place a foot wrong and collide with the ground, rolling on the gravel.

I push myself to my feet, knowing that if I rest for too long, I won’t be able to keep going. The scratches up my arms don’t hurt, but the caked blood on my hands is itchy. I drag my dirty fingernails over the skin, trying to scape away the blood. Tiny, high-pitched whimpers fall from my lips. Tears overflow, making it hard to see, dripping onto my reddened hands.

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Without thinking, I bend my head to my hand. I press my tongue to the salty red droplet-

I throw myself out of bed, slamming against a wall. My fists pull at my tank top, fear running hot through my veins. I look from side to side, wondering how the hell I got to my bedroom from the gravel road.

I can’t get enough air into my lungs.

I watch the moonlight shining through my window until I fully convince myself that it was all just a nightmare. After a few more seconds, my breathing begins to regulate.

I straighten and decide to go and get a glass of water. Shaking legs carry me to the kitchen. I fumble the glass under the tap, eventually bringing it to my lips. The water is cool, giving me something to focus on. I dip my head under the tap, trying to cool my hot cheeks. Next are my hands. I wring them under the water, still baffled as to how they are so clean.

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