Escaped

~Aida~

I’ve been running and hiding. I don’t know where I’m going or what I’m doing, but I had to listen to the voice. I had to follow what it said; a desire stirred in me that I couldn’t ignore.

This voice wasn’t the same as the one before. The voice was different, sounded different. I don’t even know where the other voice came from. I just remember that when I first heard it, I freaked out because I knew it wasn’t Hazel, my wolf. Once that other voice came in, I no longer heard from Hazel. It’s almost like Hazel was pushed out to make room. I could still feel my wolf but couldn’t communicate with her anymore.

Not long after being captured and sent to that hospital, I no longer heard the voice. I kept calling out to it, but I never got an answer. I didn’t hear from Hazel either, and I was so lonely. I know that Adela came every day to talk to me, but I was so down that I couldn’t focus; I didn’t hear her.

I do remember talking to her once. I had been taking meds at the hospital, and I guess things cleared up some. I hadn’t heard from Hazel or the other voice, so I kept thinking about my sister. I missed her so damn much. My twin and I have always been together our entire lives. Being without her is unnatural. It felt good to see her and to speak to her.

My mind kept going to all of the things that I’d done over the last few weeks. I was shocked and appalled. I know that I’ve always loved Lincoln, but I never considered kidnapping him. I never wanted to hurt anyone, not even Portia. The idea of hurting Portia wasn’t even my idea. Adela decided we should attack her to get her to leave the twins and return to school.

That voice, that damn voice, took over all of my senses. I swear I couldn’t think separately from that voice. Every idea I had, everything I did, was due to that voice. I didn’t even know where the voice came from, but I felt protected by that voice in my head. It was a different feeling than I had with Hazel. I felt invincible, like I couldn’t be touched. I was beyond devastated when the voice abruptly disappeared.

A few nights before I left, I heard a voice in my head, but it wasn’t Hazel or the voice from before. It was a new voice that sent chills through my body. Not the type of chills you get when you’re scared, but the kind that stirs every nerve in your body and makes you long for something. I truly long for something but don’t know what it is.

This new voice is deep, rich, and laced with love and care. I feel warmth when I hear this voice, and I don’t know why. The voice told me that I needed to run. I needed to break free; if I did, I would soon be united with the thing I long for.

I don’t know why, but I have a burning need. There is a desire deep down inside that I can’t ignore. I need it so badly; my body and soul feel lost. I just don’t know what that is. I don’t know what I’m looking for, but I know the voice will show me the way.

It was pretty easy to escape, and I did so without hurting anyone. I told the voice that I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I didn’t want to hurt anyone before; I just wanted Lincoln to myself. I never want to hurt anyone, and the voice respects that.

We waited until the middle of the night when there was a change in the guards. There is a time of five minutes where there is bare-bones observation because the shifts are changing. The voice directed me at each turn. I was able to walk out of the room when told, and strangely enough, the door opened right up. I know we get locked in daily, so I didn’t understand what happened, but I didn’t question it.

I went down the halls when told and didn’t encounter any resistance. I changed my clothes when told, and a set of maintenance uniforms was available, along with a keycard. I used the card to get in and out of the rest of the doors until I made it outside. I was told to stop about 1,000 yards from the hospital, where a stack of clothes and scent block spray was waiting. I changed and sprayed myself before taking off through the woods. I’ve been running and hiding ever since.

I have no idea what direction I’m going in because the voice doesn’t stay with me. The voice comes in here and there but isn’t consistent. Many times, I try to reach out to the voice, but I get no response. The first few times, I was scared and considered returning to the hospital. A feeling would wash over me; that burning desire would hit me, and I knew I had to keep going.

I haven’t heard the voice for a while now, but I continue my journey. I need to see it through to the end. I hope my sister is okay, but I can’t worry about that now. I have to get to my destination, wherever that may be. Maybe Lincoln is waiting there for me.

~Unknown~

I watch her as she runs through the woods. I wish I could have gone to get her, but I’m bound here. I can’t leave this land; I can’t leave this realm. Well, not yet, anyway. Some would say that’s what I get for all the things I’ve done in my past, but I’m afraid I have to disagree. Some things were necessary for survival. Yes, some people were hurt, but that’s how life goes. There will always be collateral damage.

I sit up in my chair and lean over, tapping my nails on the orb in front of me. The minute I saw her, I knew…….I just knew. I would know her anywhere and at any time, even in death. She is my heart and love, and I must have her. I’ve been trying to get to her for months, and I don’t think I’ve ever been closer. “Soon, my love. Very, very soon, you will be mine.”