Kyra in Faith; Chap. 4

Kyra in Faith; Chapter 4; Away

      It was probably too early to leave, but I got up from my tear-wet bed to change.  It was about midnight by how the moon shown.  Its glow was more radiant that ever.  I dressed into a plain brown dress with white sleeves.  I put on a white apron over it to make it fit better.  It was the simplest dress I had.  Any peasant could afford something like this.  Not many people had red hair so I covered my head with a tan head scarf.  If any one recognized me I would either be killed or thrown back to my father.  I didn’t know what was worse.  My father would probably hate me for this.  If I ever came back he would never let me see Charlie again. 

     As a final step to my wardrobe I put on a pair of dark leather shoes.  I grabbed my leather bag from behind my mirror and sat it on top of my bed.  Now to escape.  I striped my bed of all its sheets.  I first took all of them and cut them into thick strips.  I tied each end together as tight as I could.  My knuckles turned white with each knot and the red in when I let go.  When finished, it still was not long enough.  I unhooked the curtains by my window and cut them into strips.  I tied them to the end of the ridiculously long rope and measured the distance.  The rope was hopefully long enough.         

     I looked around my dark room, thinking I might never see it again.  I thought of my father.  I would miss him so much.

     I turned around and faced my window.  I slid the glass up of the crevasses, almost dropping it and cutting myself.  I looked down.  I was three stories up, way to high.  I gulped.  I threw my hand-made rope out the window.  It luckily hit the ground with a light thump.  I fastened the rope to leg of my bed.  I tided the rope about five times with all my strength.  I looked over my window.  It made me dizzy.  I took two deep breaths, closing my eyes.  “Have faith in me Charlie”. 

     I grabbed the rope and jumped out the window.  I clutched the rope for dear life.  I closed my eyes, pretending I was three feet of the ground instead of twenty.  My bag was securely strapped over my head and down my back.  I slowly put my shaking left hand down the rope and fallowed with my right.  I was climbing down so slowly; it felt like I wasn’t moving at all.  The wind was like ice, piercing my skin with every blow.  It shook the rope, making my grip loosen.  I didn’t dare look down.  I would probably throw up if I did.  My feet slowly slipped down the bed sheet, numb from the ache.  I was almost down now.  My arms and face were steaming red from the over amount of strength I had given.  I was Charlie’s only hope I kept telling myself over and over again.  It kept me going.  I was about six feet up from the ground.  I jumped, falling on my side.  I was panting intensely.  I wanted to lie on the cool ground until dawn but I knew I couldn’t.  I started to run through the palace garden.  Not many vegetables were in season so I didn’t stop to pick them.  I could hear my heart pound in my head.  I saw the river.  I ran to it more quickly.  I took a few crucial seconds to fill up my canteen.  I took a long sip and continued running.  I was almost to the forest now.  I looked back to see the palace a ways behind me.  More icy wind came, blowing of some of the heat.  The air was cold but I did not feel it.  I was running through trees now, jumping over any tree roots that sprouted above ground.  I was slowing down to a jog.  I felt light-headed.  My steps got weaker.  The only thing I could see behind me was trees which meant I got some distance.  I couldn’t go any farther.  I collapsed on the ground, crawling.  My body shook.  I stopped crawling and layed on my back.  Every thing became shadows except for the stars.  I smiled and fell asleep alone on the forest floor.