Chapter 10
Hi everybody! Here's chapter 10! 4 chapters in one day, WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW........ but you kno what? Chapter 9 and 10 weren't supposed to be created, it's just chapter 8 was so damn long! I felt i had to split it up. Anyways, here's chapter 10, which is shorter than the other chapters, but it's ok ^^. I hope you're liking the story so far.
Chapter 10
I wasn’t ready to leave. Not yet. I finally was in some place safe and I didn’t want to leave it yet. I went to the washroom and took a look at myself in the mirror. I looked like shit.
There were twigs and leaves in my hair. My clothes were smothered with dirt and some parts were ripped. I had some scratches on my arms and face (probably from running through the bushes). I looked at pants, which now had a nice new vintage rip in it and a red stain.
“Crap…” I said to myself, “and I really liked these jeans too…”
I carefully rolled my pants up to reveal the wound. I then took a wet paper towel and began to dab it. I winced at the pain the paper towel made when it was in contact with my wound.
When I finished, I rolled my pants back down. I didn’t have to worry about my wound being able to breathe or my pants scraping it either. The hole in my pants, on top of the wound, made sure of that.
I fixed myself up as much as I could. I tried to get the stuff out of my hair and washed the dirt from my face and arms. Yeah, I still looked like shit. I gave out a sigh.
“I hope these cuts heal before my family gets back…” I told mirror reflection, “Or else I’m going to have to think of a good excuse.”
I grabbed my bag and walked out of the washroom. I began to walk down the halls of the Rogers Centre. The halls were empty and I didn’t hear anything. I walked into the stadium of the centre.
“I guess there’s no show…” I told myself.
I walked down to the bottom of the stadium and sat down at one of the seats close to the front row.
“Hmm… I guess this is how it feels to get front row seats.”
I closed my eyes and let my head fall backwards. Man, I was tired. I was ready to fall asleep there. I was beginning to drift off, but was interrupted when I heard a loud thump behind the stage.
My eyes immediately shot open.
“Shit!” I told myself. I stood up and looked up at where you would exit the stadium. It was too far and I knew I wouldn’t be able to make it out in time. So I hid underneath the seats.
My heart began to beat fast and my breathing became hard once again. It was like experiencing a case of déjà vu (the hiding, the feeling, the way my body felt).
Am I going to die today? I thought to myself. Why me?
I placed my hand over my mouth to cover my screams and my loud breathing. I could feel something wet go down my cheeks, tears.
Someone… please help me…
Chapter 10
I wasn’t ready to leave. Not yet. I finally was in some place safe and I didn’t want to leave it yet. I went to the washroom and took a look at myself in the mirror. I looked like shit.
There were twigs and leaves in my hair. My clothes were smothered with dirt and some parts were ripped. I had some scratches on my arms and face (probably from running through the bushes). I looked at pants, which now had a nice new vintage rip in it and a red stain.
“Crap…” I said to myself, “and I really liked these jeans too…”
I carefully rolled my pants up to reveal the wound. I then took a wet paper towel and began to dab it. I winced at the pain the paper towel made when it was in contact with my wound.
When I finished, I rolled my pants back down. I didn’t have to worry about my wound being able to breathe or my pants scraping it either. The hole in my pants, on top of the wound, made sure of that.
I fixed myself up as much as I could. I tried to get the stuff out of my hair and washed the dirt from my face and arms. Yeah, I still looked like shit. I gave out a sigh.
“I hope these cuts heal before my family gets back…” I told mirror reflection, “Or else I’m going to have to think of a good excuse.”
I grabbed my bag and walked out of the washroom. I began to walk down the halls of the Rogers Centre. The halls were empty and I didn’t hear anything. I walked into the stadium of the centre.
“I guess there’s no show…” I told myself.
I walked down to the bottom of the stadium and sat down at one of the seats close to the front row.
“Hmm… I guess this is how it feels to get front row seats.”
I closed my eyes and let my head fall backwards. Man, I was tired. I was ready to fall asleep there. I was beginning to drift off, but was interrupted when I heard a loud thump behind the stage.
My eyes immediately shot open.
“Shit!” I told myself. I stood up and looked up at where you would exit the stadium. It was too far and I knew I wouldn’t be able to make it out in time. So I hid underneath the seats.
My heart began to beat fast and my breathing became hard once again. It was like experiencing a case of déjà vu (the hiding, the feeling, the way my body felt).
Am I going to die today? I thought to myself. Why me?
I placed my hand over my mouth to cover my screams and my loud breathing. I could feel something wet go down my cheeks, tears.
Someone… please help me…