The woman nearer to me in age was locked up. There was a bed that she was chained to as well as a cage underneath the bed. (My perspective melted with hers at times and I felt myself inside the cage.) Every time the others would leave the room I would struggle with her locks. She wanted to be free and I wanted her to be free but they didn’t know that. They seemed to trust me. One of the women (the one with the small child) entered the room and handed me the dog on a leash- all but ignoring the chained woman. In my mind, outside was freedom. I could not unchain her. The woman said some things I can’t remember before leaving the room. I tried one last time to free the girl, us both becoming frantic, it felt rushed.
I told her I had to get help. I walked casually to the front door, still holding the leash. I looked at the dog and decided I had to leave her. I ran.
I ran as fast as I could out of the home, down streets I run every day in waking life. You know how sometimes you try to scream but can not? It almost happened. But I was able to scream anyway. “Please I need help please I need help!” A girl I know and a strange man appeared from behind some trees. “Hey hey what’s going on!”
“There’s a girl! She’s—“
And they called to the man who was keeping the woman captive. Apparently his name was Doug.
They whistled some call.
I realized, I ran towards my real home. It wasn’t safe.
People on foot and on bikes appeared from nowhere. Very ready for action. Nothing was safe.
And then I woke up.