Post by Grace Marshall on Jul 21, 2010 11:57:26 GMT -5
Grace had been getting better. She had been healing, she had been safe. She had felt safe. That was until that faithful day out in the facility that she had seen someone try to take there life. It wasn't as if it was planned for her to be walking by. It wasn't as if that was the only thing that triggered it. The fact was, she had searched for hours on end for Jared. Jared wasn't around. He wasn't around like he said he would be.
It was at that point in time that Grace felt that she had to get out of there. That Grace felt like she was loosing her mind. She wasn't safe, she had to run. Running seemed to clear her mind. Seemed to make her feel a heck of a lot better. Stuffing clothing after clothing into her bag, she made sure to military roll it so she could fit more. She was planning on not coming back.
Grabbing the one thing that made a difference in her life, it was her stuffed animal that she wouldn't part with no matter where she was. She connected that to her backpack, and then looked around. Making sure she wasn't forgetting anything. She stole away in the heat of the night.
She had to first sneak into the kitchen. She had grabbed some food and stuck that into her bag as well. She grabbed a knife then, after all she was planning on leaving when no one was going to be around to help her. No one was going to tell her no. She had to fight herself against the elements, perhaps even make a camp out there as well.
She also made sure to stop by the shed, and grab a tent that was rolled up. She had to stay warm against whatever the coldness would bring. She had then made her way to the stables, thinking about taking her horse with her, but shaking that off. She couldn't do that to Phantom, carefully she petted his mane softly, and kissed his nose. "Goodbye Phantom." She spoke softly. It was that moment only that she took off running. She didn't care where she was going, but she was going.
((Continued Elsewhere))
It was at that point in time that Grace felt that she had to get out of there. That Grace felt like she was loosing her mind. She wasn't safe, she had to run. Running seemed to clear her mind. Seemed to make her feel a heck of a lot better. Stuffing clothing after clothing into her bag, she made sure to military roll it so she could fit more. She was planning on not coming back.
Grabbing the one thing that made a difference in her life, it was her stuffed animal that she wouldn't part with no matter where she was. She connected that to her backpack, and then looked around. Making sure she wasn't forgetting anything. She stole away in the heat of the night.
She had to first sneak into the kitchen. She had grabbed some food and stuck that into her bag as well. She grabbed a knife then, after all she was planning on leaving when no one was going to be around to help her. No one was going to tell her no. She had to fight herself against the elements, perhaps even make a camp out there as well.
She also made sure to stop by the shed, and grab a tent that was rolled up. She had to stay warm against whatever the coldness would bring. She had then made her way to the stables, thinking about taking her horse with her, but shaking that off. She couldn't do that to Phantom, carefully she petted his mane softly, and kissed his nose. "Goodbye Phantom." She spoke softly. It was that moment only that she took off running. She didn't care where she was going, but she was going.
((Continued Elsewhere))
