The Caves of Thought

        My heart beat began to slow as I regained my breath, doubled over with fear. It felt safe, and the very air, thick and moist, made me feel protected, as if an unbreakable sheild hovered around me. It was the same feeling I felt whenever I reached one of the safeholds.

      Katrianna, the voice whispered, Believe...

     "I believe!" I shouted, my voice echoing off the damp walls. "But why must I live in this torment? What have I done to deserve this?" I sank to the floor, tears rolling off my cheeks and splattering on the stone. Cradeling my head in my arms, I cried myself to sleep, afraid and alone.

     By the time I woke up, I had managed to calm down my crazed emotions. I usually never lost my cool. But all this running from this dark figure... I shuddered. Anyone in my position would be on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Three years ago, I had been a normal girl, living a normal life, with my amazing foster parents and attending high school with my best friend Angela. That had all changed. A week after Angela virtually disappeared off the face of the earth, the voice had come. I knew it had always been there, but I usually ignored it. It was just another emotion, right? But that week, it actually meant something. I could sense where to go to escape, when it was safe to venture out of the stongholds. When I had been with Angela I had always felt safe, just like I did when I was in the strong holds. But once she left, disappeared, I knew they were after me... whoever 'they' were...

     I missed Angela, with her crystal clear laugh, her soft voice and her deep blue eyes with her pupils rimmed in a gold color. She would never have left me willingly. And I didn't think she had. In my mind, in the same place I sensed danger, I knew she was in trouble.

      Another tear rolled down my cheek. The catacombs were a new stronghold. I had never hidden here before. But I knew that it was only a matter of time before they came for me again. With a sigh, I stood and headed down the tunnel to my right, my instinct leading me to where I could leave again safely.

     If only that safety was permanent.

The End

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