'Run Geet Run'.......Please read Pg 8

Prologue

Pain

Some deal with it. Some don't.

Run Geet run!

So I ran. The voice-my guide- was seldom wrong. Seldom' taken with a grain of salt that is.

Right now, I had no time to argue or deliberate. I simply obeyed and ran.

I ran in the dark. Always in the dark. Helter-skelter. Directionless. Aiming for as yet unknown destination away from here. Somewhere. Anywhere. Far, far away.

I ran, my feet bare naked. On streets overflowing with the rotting filth of humanity. The tender skin of my feet lacerated and torn to shreds. Yet I didn't feel it. I felt nothing at all.

I ran blind. My brain a confusion of sounds I had come to hate. I bumped into bodies some of whom grabbed at my tattered skirt and shirt. They let go only when I screamed.

I ran, away from the noise and the rough groping hands. Far away from the barred windows and the locked doors. From the unbearable pain. I ran to freedom.

Chap 1 below--

1: LUCID

"Geet?

The word cut into my ears like a knife then expanded as it approached through the tunnel lifting the heavy dense fog that blanketed my brain. I groaned in complaint.

"Geet!

The fog started to roll from side to side. I felt sick.

"Geet! She's waking up! My child. At last, she is waking up!

The nebula of charcoal dust disengaged and floated up. I reached for it and grabbed with both my hands, but it slipped through my fingers. A terrible cramp seized my stomach. My fix. I needed it now. The button. Where was it?

"Geet?

The name, the voice, scratched my memory. My senses veered toward the source. I had to blink a few times before she came into focus. A woman sat in the drab blue hospital chair next to my bed. She was striking. Maybe in her forties or younger--thirties. I couldn't tell. Her skin was porcelain smooth and tight, the color of wheat fields. Yet her eyes were old and tired---ebony diamonds at the bottom of a deep dark well. I saw her lips move.

"Geet my child. My darling. It's me, your mama. Don't you recognize me?

Her pretty cheeks drooped when I didn't respond. Then she smiled and I felt something flutter in my chest. "See who's here? Your Tim. Her brilliant eyes transformed. They glowed warm and proud as she looked at a small child who crawled into her lap.

He was little, barely a toddler and beautiful. Not unlike the cherub I have occasionally encountered in my dreams. (I dream a lot, you see). Round and plump. Apple red cheeks shining with drool, his angel face framed with burgundy ringlets and eyes a bright sky blue. They were watching me.

I stared back.

He rocked forward in his make-shift seat of the woman's lap. A pair of pudgy little arms grabbed for the air. I reached out to him but my hands were trapped, shackled to the bed. I fought to break free when a red hot rod pierced my side and twisted over and over. I saw my leg jerking. I saw it but didn't feel it.

"Geet! the woman yelled.

Then, I believe I heard the child scream.

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