Running

Right, left, breathe, right, left, breathe, repeat. "I can't believe I am doing this," I said out loud." Just a few months ago I was fine. I was healthy, I was safe, and life was easy. Now I'm here," I continued to mumble under my breath as my feet rhythmically hit the sand and the cold water lapped at my feet. "Far away from all I know, just running on this stupid beach, at night and my only light is that of the full moon. I was running from my problems at first and now from these terrorists.  Ever since I put that stupid satellite into orbit a few months back, everything went downhill. I hate making history at 15."

"There he is, get him boys!" I hear someone shout from behind me.  I break into full sprint.

"Stop!" I hear them yell, "We are here to help!" I keep running, feeling as if I could do this forever, and wondering if that was the adrenaline or the track practice.

"We warned you!" They yelled again as I felt something hit my leg. I fall. I see something above me, but my vision is blurring so I can't tell who it is. "Sorry," I hear the voice say, and it was the last sound that I would hear for a while.

- - - -

I bolt up. I look to the right, white wall. I look to the left, white wall. "Breath, calm down, you might be trapped in a white walled room, but you are smart, you can find a way out," I assured myself. "That is odd," I thought with my voice, "There is no ceiling, well at least there is a chair that I can sit in and watch the sky." Approaching the desk where the chair sat I noticed the note that was left there.

It read:

We have saved you.

“Who are they fooling?”

This is a test to prove your worth.

“I guess putting thing into orbit isn't worth then.”

Get out of the box within the hour.

“That shouldn't be too hard.” I thought it over for a second, and then decided to make a ladder. Pacing around the room before continuing I felt my foot get stuck on something. Looking back at my foot, I saw that my foot had found a secret compartment. Opening it up, I saw that it was loaded with tools and a note.

The note read:

I am not going to make it.

I leave these to you..

What did it mean, not make it? All know is that I will not be like them, I thought as I picked up the screwdriver. I walked back over to the desk, and lie down. I search for the screws on each of the legs putting the four legs in a pile. The going back over to the tools I picked up the saw to create the edges of the ladder and the leftovers used as more cross beams. After fixing the ladder together with all of the screws that I had salvaged, I leaned the ladder against the wall. Climbing to the top and switching the ladder to the other side to get down, I wondered, what now?