Run away from a big city.

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One rainy morning I woke up with a very weird feeling. I felt like somebody or something was gazing steadily at me through the window. It was scary.

I moved to C. state couple of years ago, to the small town, where not many people live. Closest big town was about 55 minutes away. It is calm and beautiful place. Forest, river, mountains, all what I was dreaming about. As a writer of the love novels, I found this place perfect for myself. After my life in a big city, you know how is it, noise, gun shoots, pollution, very high prices and no calm at all, here is totally different and pleasant. Fresh air, pure water, peace and quiet, and my own garden with apple trees, tomatoes, cucumbers and many other goods. Of course, it means I should work hard for growing my own food, but I was enjoying that.

I was going for hiking pretty often, I always took my notebook for the notes with me, in case I have some ideas for my new novel. I really like to explore new areas, especially if it is a place where I just moved. I enjoy looking at the birds, flowers, sky, small animals I meet on the way. It is a paradise.

Since my childhood, I was imagining place like that, place which brings me closer to the nature, closer to myself, my dreams and passion. Nowadays, people forgot how to live in places like that, how to feel nature, how to hear it talks.

Probably, you asking, if I live alone in a such distant area? Yes,I decided to take a break from any relationships. My last experience was not so good. My ex boyfriend became possessive and never gave me a change for a me time. First, I thought he just in love and wants to spent as much time as possible with me, but later, I found hidden cameras in my apartment, even my phone was bugged. He was following me everywhere. He always knew where am I, whom am I with, sometimes it seemed like he was reading my mind. I think it is a serious reason to run away from the state, where I had successful job and nice place to live. I had to end my friendships and any other contacts. Only my publisher knew where am I and she promised to keep it as a secret.

It was August 2, when I visited her and told my story. I had to find another place. She was listening me very carefully. Linda,my publisher, found my story interesting and with excitement offered me to actually, write my life story, which I refused. But I mentioned that I having a great idea for my new novel, she is going to be surprised.

So, after our deal, I changed my name and moved far away. I found a nice small two- storey house with a wonderful view from the master bedroom. In front of the house was an old swing. As for neighbors, they were about 20 minutes away from my new home. I found my happy place. Sometimes I felt lonely, but it was a good chance to learn and work not only on my novel, but also on myself. Of course, I want to meet someone nice in the future, but now is now.

So,when I got used to my new routine, I can say with confidence, I feel safe. Each morning I get up at 6 am, go for jogging, have healthy breakfast and work on my novel. Day time I go for hiking,later take care of my garden.

A week ago I made a bird house and nailed it to the tree in front of the house. I was so happy to see that birds started to visit it. I am sure, there is bird nest inside with a little cute eggs.

Oh, yes, back to my weird feeling. So, one rainy morning, I woke up with this feeling. I could not explain what was that. I got up, came closer to the window, nobody was there. Maybe it is just my concerns, what if, he is going to find me here. It is two years for living in peace, but why this feeling appeared at the first place..?

I called Linda, she did not pick up her phone. I decided to try again later.

I made some coffee, breakfast, today, I have a break from morning running, honestly, weather was not allowed to do my usual routine. So, I planed my schedule for a day a little bit different.

First, I have to go to the big town for the groceries and paper for my work. I made a conclusion that I have to check pet stores and pick a dog for protection and just as a good friend.

It took almost the whole day to finish all what I planed. I still couldn`t reach Linda. It was weird, she always answered. As for a dog, I will try again some other day, they did not have many choices.

I put my groceries to the fridge and went straight to my bedroom. When I entered my heart almost stopped. Somebody put my red dress on the bed. I was not alone here. My body was shaking. It was heard to breath. I stepped slowly back, I turned around and man in a black was standing at the end of the hallway.

I ran downstairs, he was following me. I did not see his face, but I had a feeling I knew who is he. It was him, Seth.

I tried to hide, I tried to call 911, but like in every horror movie, battery died. I could not believe it is happening. He must be did something to Linda, she only one person who knew where am I.

Oh, no, pure, Linda. It is my fault.

Now he is trying to kill me. I went to the back door, ran through the garden to the forest, rain did not make it easy. I was running nonstop. I did not know where am I running, it was already dark outside. I barely could see what`s in front me. Finally, somewhere far, I saw the light, I made a few more steps and fall down into the deep hole in the ground.

It seemed, this is the end of my story. I could not move, my body was in pain. My leg, I did not feel my leg. When I looked at that, it was broken. I tried to scream, but nobody heard me. So, my life is only in my hands. Through the pain, I tried to get up. I failed. I tried one more time and finally when I stood on one my leg, I found a rood of the tree which was near and tried to pull myself out.

I was crying, my heart was beating so fast, I was scared. I did not know what gonna happen.

Suddenly, I heard the crackle of dry branches. I closed my mouth in order not to make any sound. But, he noticed me. He looked right into my eyes and stabbed me with a knife .

Last thing I remember, it was raining…

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Published by nadiiag

Hi, my name is Nadiia. I am from Ukraine. I cannot live without sport, healthy food, art and just interesting things. Of course I love to share it) I have tried many things, I wish to try more and more, it never stops) I have so many interests that I am going crazy already) I sewing underwear, do some paintings and other handmade, love cooking and eating that! Of course, I enjoy if my information and my creations are useful to someone.

26 thoughts on “Run away from a big city.

      1. Of course. We all know you’re still alive. But your heroine, alas, didn’t survive. I was happy for her finding peace in that remote place. But all good things come to an end.

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      2. I know, but not all stories like that. I will try to write more happy endings, but not always works out like that in my mind) Anyway, who knows, maybe there is second part. I have a nice idea for a long story with many chapters as well.

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      3. I think it’s important to write what you feel, what you like, not something imposed. And maybe some day, when you fall in love you’ll be able to write love stories as well. 🙂

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  1. Vecchia, nel corso della mia vita ho cercato invano di apprendere la lingua inglese: ma non sono riuscita ad andare oltre ad una dozzina di parole, e queste poche pronunciate sbagliando. Delle altre lingue non conosco neanche una parola. Sono quindi intrappolata nel solo italiano.
    Mi intrappola anche la pulsione a dire in parole la folla che è in tutti noi di pensieri, immagini, suoni, aromi, colori, sensazioni… sogni e anche questo mio bisogno è fallimentare: le parole sono come i mattoni in edilizia: occorre essere buoni muratori per erigere un muro solido nel tempo e nello stesso tempo bello, elegante, piacevole alla vista.
    I miei costrutti con le parole, i miei mattoni, mancano di solidità e bellezza: li posto per me. Così mi stupisco piacevolmente quando un “mi piace” si aggiunge ai pochi della lista: il tuo, come gli altri, mi appaiono come sparute e timide margherite sbocciate in un prato d’inverno… e sono bellissime, sorridenti.

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    1. Hi, I do not need Italian, but always wanted to learn. I used translator. It is like you writing a nice, beautiful story) I am sorry,you have difficulties to learn languages.


  2. That was unexpected! I did not expect fiction at all. You can write! I was distracted a bit by some grammar errors, I sense that English might be your second language, perhaps a friend can proof read and eliminate those minor language changes. I like mystery stories, but not violence so perhaps your blog is not a good fit for me. I wanted to thank you for visiting my blog, and I hope you will explore and provide your feedback and suggestions.

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    1. I do not have much violence, maybe only this story. Yes, English is my 3d language, I apologize for mistakes. When I write,I feel that I made a mistake somewhere, but not always notice. I am still learning.


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