72 Hours

72 Hours <British Writer>

It's taken action, I can feel my emotions draining out of me, being replaced with those that don't belong to me, but this time it's different. Yellow, with blue underlying it. As long as it tells me to do nothing. Or does it? These ideas, are they really mine? I wouldn't usually feel this way. What if they are mine?                                                                                                                                                                               Just 72 hours, just 3 days to feel almost - "normal". I wouldn't have to tell my family how I feel every minute of every hour. I'd have privacy. Their number 1 priority is to watch over me 24/7. To escape would be perfect, but I have to think of them too. My parents would be worried sick. Police would be phoned immediately and I'd be back home or even at the hospital before I even got to walk a mile. But it's only 3 days. I could leave a note, but what difference would that make? They'd phone the police anyway. Well, I've seen "Hunted", so I have a pretty clear idea of how to stay hidden.                                                                                                                                                                     Although it's November, I don't plan to take a sleeping bag, just simple supplies. Money, snacks, water, a small blanket, a jacket, torch, possibly some matches and a change of clothes. I'm confident this could all fit into a large rucksack or bag. I'd wear warm clothing. Probably thermals, topped with jogging bottoms, a t-shirt and a hoodie of fleece, maybe both. I'd wear trainer socks and my trainers. If I have this planned out so well, why don't I just go for it?