I can see them both, in the distance.
Searching... Panicking...
Hiding amongst the bush and trees, that laid between my captives and myself, my body started shaking. My mind started panicking but my fear was ruling me. I couldn't move. My entire body froze and all i could do was stare.
The rain started to fall, followed by an icy breeze but my body still stayed in position with my eyes fixated on them.
They're getting closer and my heart is beating faster, harder, stronger while my body starts lowering further to the ground.
By the time they reached the bush line, the rain had started beating down and the wind picked up making the tree tops sway uncontrollably. The sparks of lightning putting on a show while the beat of the thunder plays its tune.
Water started to fill my face from the rising of the beating rain, but I still wont move for I can hear them. As if my ears are tuned only to their being and nothing else.
They are still searching. Looking for their toy they kept captive for a long time. Their pretend sick twisted world of fantasy, they will never give up on so easily. They would rather kill me than lose me.
The rain is hitting the ground harder and I'm still laying low in the small flood it keeps continuously making.
How Ironic would it be that I drowned because I was trying to hide for my life?
I hear no more cracking of stepped on wood nor heavy slushy footsteps they made while rummaging through the bush.
My hearts starts to beat faster and I go into panic mode.
"What if they found me and just messing with me?"......
Or
"If I get up too soon, they might see me!"
Breathing in the ice-cold air while quietly trying to spit out mud, bugs and water, it was becoming unbearable.
I started crawling... Crawling while searching through the gaps of the bush, hoping not to see them.
The mud actually made it easier for me to glide through the bush floor until I felt it was safe enough to run.
The rain hit even harder by now and the thunder shock the ground.
I leapt from fright, but I ran. I literally took it as a sign and ran so far, I don't even know how far or fast I was going. All I knew Is that i needed to get out of there and get safe, or die!
After days of running and hiding, I finally reached a hill. As I was climbing it, I could hear traffic and people, just a lot of noise...
The boundary line. I made it. Standing on top of a hill, looking down at a busy town, which was lined off by train tracks that laid between the bush land and town.
Shaking and trying to catch my breath, I ran...
I ran , I ran , I screamed, I cried, I ran...
Cars stopped, people stopped, everyone surrounded me..
I collapsed waking 5 days later in hospital.
4 days later after waking, police found the cabin I was held captive for 23 years and saved the lives of my 4 of my 7 children who were beaten, tied up and left to die by their father's.
My Captives.
