Innocent

I rubbed my wrists. The chafing from the handcuffs was unbearable. It was almost better when they were still on, where at least the pressure was even.

“Nearly to the exit” I muttered.

I knew this was cheesey and like a cliche book scene but talking to myself, contrary to popular belief, was the only way I could keep sane when I had been held hostage.

I jumped. The sound pf rushed footsteps could be heard from around the corner.

This was when the first thought struck me. “What if they thought I was the theif? The one who held ME in some sort of twisted custody? What of they thought I was the villain?” My thoughts grew increasingly more panicked, and so did my steps.

I darted clumsily around a corner an bolted out of the building at first sight of the exit.

Big mistake.

“There!” Some front desk lady spotted me. I kept running. There was no way i could go back now to try to plead innocent. But I was innocent. I promise.