~If only~

My slight slumber was interrupted, and my eyes shot open due to voices that approached, my gaze wanders through the dark room panicking as they come closer. Quickly I hurry and crawl under the bed the hat I wore falling off in the process, I hid just in time when the door opened.

From my place under the bed I see two pairs of legs tangled up as they stumbled towards the bed and the couple I assume fell on the bed. With wide eyes I clasp both hands over my mouth before a shocked gasp could escape my lips.

Awkwardly I move and covered my ears not wanting to hear those shameless and lewd sounds emitted from the couple separated just by a mattress.

Seconds turn into minutes and then into hours till finally those moans and grunts which filled the whole room earlier silenced after she screamed his name incoherently. I let out a relieved sigh and let my hands sink. Then I heard the voice of the woman. “You know… how about we get back together. We’ve always had so much fun back then, babe.”

She was answered with silence. “Babe?” I heard shuffling noises before she let out a hiss “you’re such an asshole!” I heard a slapping noise followed by an annoyed groan, the bed dipped as a pair of tanned legs appear in front of my eyes. The woman picked up her clothes and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind her which made me flinch. After she was away, I rest my head back on my arms and stare into the darkness listening to the even breathing from above my thoughts a rambling mess, questioning if I did the right thing. Does running away solve my problems? Wouldn’t it be better if I had married him instead of running away with no money? Was I too impulsive with this decision? Was it a mistake? What should I do now? I’m in a foreign country and barely understand or talk the language. But maybe this was my first step into freedom without expectations and constant reminders on how I should talk, eat, behave or walk. From now only uncertain future will tell me.

Soon I fell into a deep slumber, exhausted from the turmoil of the day.

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The next day I woke up early not only due to my uncomfortable and hard sleeping place but also my growling stomach seeing I haven’t eaten since yesterday’s breakfast which I barely even touched cause of my flat nerves. Listening intently, I still hear the even breath from above the mattress. Only then did I crawl out from under the bed, pulling the curtain back a little I see that the bus is standing on a parking side. Slipping out from the boots I hold them in my hands wanting to make as less noise as I could while walking before I leave the room closing the door behind me as quiet as possible.

My gaze wanders along the small cramped ‘hallway’ between the bunks and I took a deep breath hoping none of the people decided to get up now. I sneaked along the way shoving the suitcase with my gown and other things till I finally reach the small narrow stair that would lead me to the seating area, kitchen and bathroom downstairs and also to the door to my freedom.

I reached the door and a huge grin tugged at my lips when suddenly a voice behind me spoke up.
“Who are you?”

Notes

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