Celia
Celia stared out the window. Her fear was taking hold. The memory of the last time she ran away from Madik played in her mind.
She had been eleven and she hadn’t been gone for long. He had given her an assignment as usual, but instead of coming straight back, she had ditched the car and walked around the town for a bit. It was harmless, she thought, taking in the feeling of freedom. She walked the sidewalks and watched the people interact with each other in wonder. The cool night air felt good on her body and she held her face up to the night sky as if letting the moonlight soak in; but she had lost track of time and before she could catch the movement she had been picked up by Madik’s hired men.
Celia remembered being back in her bedroom; the cement walls and windowless room sh
