End of Chapter 15
I tried in vain to keep myself calm, fear and panic creeping up my body until I gasped for air. At the same time my body transitioned in a new way, one that I had never expected, the burning and tingling I had felt was nothing compared to the new sensation. It started at the base of my legs, a scorching sensation like the nerves at my now dead legs were all firing at once which quickly moved up my trunk to my shoulders, the pain like nothing I had imagined possible.
It started at the outside of my body, slowly moving inward, pulsing with each beat of my heart, intensifying until it reached the area around my heart. The last thing I remember of that day was the feeling, the feeling of the fire reaching my heart. The way that my heart reacted when it was assaulted from each direction with what felt like hell fire.
Chapter 16
When I came to my throat was raw as if I had been screaming for long periods of time..which I couldn't remember. Was it possible that I had been screaming when I was unconscious? If so had anyone heard me..had my father heard me? Had anyone found me while I was unconscious?
I realized that if anyone had found me hiding here I would have been taken from where I hid amongst the potato's and brought be to my father or worse..they would have killed me. I figured that this was probably not the best place for me to continue hiding, that I should get out from under my fathers house and find somewhere else to hide.
As I reached for the handle to the cellar I heard someone moving around in the house, which instantly made me freeze where I was, not even breathing in fear of being found. It took me a minute to realize that the cellar was not under the house which made me wonder how I could hear someone moving around inside the house? I had alway had good hearing, I mean I could hear the animals outside in the morning, but at that moment I could hear my father in the house moving around. I could tell exactly where he was at this moment, standing in the kitchen where he paused for a moment and said a soft prayer before he walked over and sat down at the dinner for what I assumed was dinner. I took a deep breath and could actually smell the roasted pork and vegetables that he had made for dinner. That was something that I hadn't been able to do before, I mean I could smell like a normal person, but not to the point that I could tell the exact spices that he had used to flavor the pork.
I sat back on the pile of potato's and inhaled deeply, doing my best to pick out the spices he had used to flavor his meal...from this far away I knew that he had used salt, pepper, garlic, and onion to flavor his dinner. I noticed that even thought I could smell each and every flavor that the had used I found that the smell did not make me hungry which surprised me since the last time I had eaten was more then a day ago...I think.
I waited and listened as my father cleaned up his dinner, taking time as he did the dishes before he walked into the living room and sat on the couch. I could smell the aspen that he used to stoke the fire to heat the house before he walked slowly down the hall to his room, pausing at my bedroom door. My heart broke as I listened to him ask God to watch over me and welcome me amongst his angels. I had to freeze every muscle to make myself stay where I was, not to go running back into the house and beg him for forgiveness. He paused there for only a minute before he sighed and continued on his way to his room. I listened to the floor squeak below his bed as he lied down, then waited a few minutes before I heard him snore softly...and in that moment I knew that this was my chance to leave.
I moved slowly from my hiding place, making sure that no one could see me before I crawled out. I knew that the best thing I could do would be to run from this town and never come back, I was what they hunted..I wasn't safe. I turned and looked at the house, knowing I should run but wanting to leave something...anything for my father that let him know I was here. I looked around the area and spotted a small rock that sat beside the house, it was such a small and tiny rock that I had probably passed it a million times before..but now that I could seeI noticed that the rock was split. It had been broken over time and now it resembled a pair of wings, almost angel wings. A few feet away from the rock I found a pure white feather that must have been from an owl, it's color as pure white as winter snow. I picked it up quickly and placed it next to the front door, setting the rock on top of it gently hoping that my father would figure out the meaning of this strange gift. I thought about looking in on him but realized that would be a horrible idea, I forced my legs to turn..running into the woods without looking back at the house and my father that I was leaving behind..the life I was leaving behind.
I tried in vain to keep myself calm, fear and panic creeping up my body until I gasped for air. At the same time my body transitioned in a new way, one that I had never expected, the burning and tingling I had felt was nothing compared to the new sensation. It started at the base of my legs, a scorching sensation like the nerves at my now dead legs were all firing at once which quickly moved up my trunk to my shoulders, the pain like nothing I had imagined possible.
It started at the outside of my body, slowly moving inward, pulsing with each beat of my heart, intensifying until it reached the area around my heart. The last thing I remember of that day was the feeling, the feeling of the fire reaching my heart. The way that my heart reacted when it was assaulted from each direction with what felt like hell fire.
Chapter 16
When I came to my throat was raw as if I had been screaming for long periods of time..which I couldn't remember. Was it possible that I had been screaming when I was unconscious? If so had anyone heard me..had my father heard me? Had anyone found me while I was unconscious?
I realized that if anyone had found me hiding here I would have been taken from where I hid amongst the potato's and brought be to my father or worse..they would have killed me. I figured that this was probably not the best place for me to continue hiding, that I should get out from under my fathers house and find somewhere else to hide.
As I reached for the handle to the cellar I heard someone moving around in the house, which instantly made me freeze where I was, not even breathing in fear of being found. It took me a minute to realize that the cellar was not under the house which made me wonder how I could hear someone moving around inside the house? I had alway had good hearing, I mean I could hear the animals outside in the morning, but at that moment I could hear my father in the house moving around. I could tell exactly where he was at this moment, standing in the kitchen where he paused for a moment and said a soft prayer before he walked over and sat down at the dinner for what I assumed was dinner. I took a deep breath and could actually smell the roasted pork and vegetables that he had made for dinner. That was something that I hadn't been able to do before, I mean I could smell like a normal person, but not to the point that I could tell the exact spices that he had used to flavor the pork.
I sat back on the pile of potato's and inhaled deeply, doing my best to pick out the spices he had used to flavor his meal...from this far away I knew that he had used salt, pepper, garlic, and onion to flavor his dinner. I noticed that even thought I could smell each and every flavor that the had used I found that the smell did not make me hungry which surprised me since the last time I had eaten was more then a day ago...I think.
I waited and listened as my father cleaned up his dinner, taking time as he did the dishes before he walked into the living room and sat on the couch. I could smell the aspen that he used to stoke the fire to heat the house before he walked slowly down the hall to his room, pausing at my bedroom door. My heart broke as I listened to him ask God to watch over me and welcome me amongst his angels. I had to freeze every muscle to make myself stay where I was, not to go running back into the house and beg him for forgiveness. He paused there for only a minute before he sighed and continued on his way to his room. I listened to the floor squeak below his bed as he lied down, then waited a few minutes before I heard him snore softly...and in that moment I knew that this was my chance to leave.
I moved slowly from my hiding place, making sure that no one could see me before I crawled out. I knew that the best thing I could do would be to run from this town and never come back, I was what they hunted..I wasn't safe. I turned and looked at the house, knowing I should run but wanting to leave something...anything for my father that let him know I was here. I looked around the area and spotted a small rock that sat beside the house, it was such a small and tiny rock that I had probably passed it a million times before..but now that I could seeI noticed that the rock was split. It had been broken over time and now it resembled a pair of wings, almost angel wings. A few feet away from the rock I found a pure white feather that must have been from an owl, it's color as pure white as winter snow. I picked it up quickly and placed it next to the front door, setting the rock on top of it gently hoping that my father would figure out the meaning of this strange gift. I thought about looking in on him but realized that would be a horrible idea, I forced my legs to turn..running into the woods without looking back at the house and my father that I was leaving behind..the life I was leaving behind.