Chapter 3:
Months went by, finally it was spring. I had just gotten my license and a new car. It was a nice and sporty car. It had a CD player in it too. I was less depressed, but in the back of my mind lerked the fear of Jake, who had supposedly moved. That was another thing I was wrong about.
The day was normal, like they all are, when he left a gift for me. It wasn`t a cute gift like you would think of. It wasn`t flowers or chocolate. It wasn`t death threat or a card either. It was a baby hawk. I don`t know how he had goten it, but by the time it arrived at my house, it was dead. I sadly barried it than looked at a small note that had escaped my notice before. "Akkiko, the hawk is me and I am dying without you. Meet me at the return address in three days."
I don`t know what came over me, but I screamed and hollered for him to leave me alone. By the time my tantrum was over, my room was in shambles and I was lying in the middle, sobbing. I looked at the box and the return address. He wanted me to go to Texas. Without giving too much personal informaion, I`ll say that that was a trek for me.
I sighed finally, knowing what I had to do and how I had to do it. I took my back pack out of my closet and stuffed it with paper, clothes, money that I had saved up, and other odds and ends. I grabbed all my CD`s and than wrote a note to my parents. "Will be home soon hopefully." I went into my sisters room and took her book of stamps and a bundle of envolopes. Then as a last thought, I grabbed a pack of pencils and lead.
Now, one day from my destination, the fear is gone. The road was bumpy and my eyes tired but I knew I must go on. It is half tempting to stay on the side and hope for the best but that won`t happen. Nothing for the best ever happens to me. Anger was going through me. I had been traveling for two days and two nights. That paralizing fear is far from me. The night is approuching on swift wings, and I was tired. I pulled the car over into a small clearing, leaned my seat back, and fell asleep.
I heard a small snap and imidiately sat up, fully alert. It was from the woods and so I climbed out of my car, flashlight prepped in front of me. I shone it on the ground, avoiding twings and sticks. Than, I was in a clearing with my back towards the forest. Another twig snapped and before I could turn, I was sprawled on the ground, fear gripping my limbs as I saw his face again, looking at me as if amused. He bent down, kissing me.
I fought hard than. I kicked, my arms flailed the best they could, and I bit down. He pulled back, the small trickle of blood running down his face shining in the moonlight. He wiped it off with his thumb, smearing my face with it. I whimpered finally as he got off and yanked me to my feet. We marched through the field, me fighting so hard that finally he hefted me under one arm. I kneed him in the back and he growled, throwing me to the ground.
I didn`t resist the rest of the way. Icy fear swelled in my joints. It was fear of the untangible. What were his motives? Incoherent thoughts spat from my mind in a hectic arrey of words and sylables. Home, mom, sleep, silence, death...they just kept coming. The fear filled me again and all sound was drowned out by the pumping in my ears. It was like watching a silent film as he walked with me under his arm to a house in the middle of the field with warm lights coming from it. I didn`t hear his feet mercilessly stomping the grass and I didn`t hear him mumbling. All I heard was the beating of my heart and my breathing.
I don`t know when I blacked out. I don`t know if I blacked out. Maybe I spun off into a world of infinate darkness where I would stay until called back or maybe I was consumed by the thoughtless arrey of words zipping through my mind. All I knew was that I was cold, and wet, and scared.
My hand moved slowly, against my will. It tried in the darkness to find something tagible. My mind looked for something to fear, a reason for it`s fear. My heartbeat echoed in the darkness, thick darkness. Was I dead? Was I alive? Was I awake? Would I wake up at home with my Edger Allen Poe book next to me and chuckle about reading horror stories before I went to sleep?
Finally, a streak of light flooded from a door. He was at the top looking down with a plate of food. I didn`t have any ropes on me. I looked around the small room in the brief instant. Something that looked like a gas tank was by the door. I dashed to it, dumping it to the ground and than pushed past him with speed and strength that surprised me. He fell down the steps and I threw a lit lamp in the room than locked the door and ran.
I wasn`t thinking. Images passed in and out of my head. I heard the pounding of my heart as I ran. It sent the earth pulsing with it, making my feet unsteady. I stopped as I heard a loud sqeal and turned to see headlights as the car swerved. I stood there, fear pulsing through my vains. A young man got out. "Hey, are you alright?"
I took a steps back. Coldness made my joints stiff and unreliable, heat seared through me and made me sweat. The man repeated his queston and I turned, running into the darkness with all I had. Once again, I have no idea when I blacked out. I woke up in a hospitle. The nurse leaned forward, with a needle. My reaction was to scream, kick, bite, hit, and threaten.