TearsoftheWorld
Radical Dreamer
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Here I am.
Waiting to hold you.
Twenty Years Ago
Waiting to hold you.
Twenty Years Ago
The rain outside was coming down harder and harder, and even with the windows of her hotel room closed and the curtains drawn shut, Casey Anderson couldn't help but imagine the raging storm outside. It was late, and she should have been asleep, but something was keeping her awake. Something deep inside her kept her from finding peace. The young girl reached over towards the nightstand and pulled out her journal. The dark brown book opened up in her hands to one of the few fresh pages towards the end, but she turned back towards the beginning.
There, tucked between a couple of pages, were some photographs of her family.
Casey slowly closed her journal and held it close to her chest as she started to cry.
She needed someone to talk to.
She wanted someone to talk to.
She wanted to talk to them.
But they couldn't hear her.
Casey looked over at the telephone on the far wall of the hotel room, and it would have been so easy for her to just pick it up and dial one of her friends from back home. But that was against the rules. In fact, that would have been against Rule #1. No contact. Not a word. Not to anyone she knew. They probably had the phone wired so that she couldn't even make a call if she really wanted to.
She didn't really know... this was her first time under witness protection.
She was supposed to feel safe.
Secure.
But still... she had that feeling.
And it hit her like a sledgehammer when she heard a sudden knocking at her door. At first she didn't move. Despite having been told repeatedly what to do in situations like this, the nineteen-year-old lost herself. Time slowed down as she moved towards the door, and looking through the peep hole she saw a uniformed agent. Although she didn't recognize him, she recognized the symbol on his arms, and in her moment of weakness that was all it took for her to unlock and open the door.
The journal she'd been holding fell to the ground, and the pictures of her family slowly slid out from between the pages.
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