Claire
As swift as a cheetah, I jumped out of the bed, oxygen barely seeping into my lungs and my life flashing before my very eyes.
Determination and love for Carlo was all I got. I trusted its motivation more than anything.
"Claire, what—" the familiar voice didn't make me turn nor stop my stride, rather, it created more tactics for escape in my head.
She tried to hold me, but I dodged, surging forward with determination beating hard on my chest.
I successfully made it pass both of them, and I increased my pace, breathing laboriously and colliding with a high wall of tiredness in my system.
“I can't stop now. I must see Carlo," the thought flew in immediately my head began to respond to the oxygen reduction in my body.
I clenched my fist as I tried to maintain the sorry imitation of a run, eyes blinking fast to quickly switch my faltering vision from darkness into light.
Aside from the spinning in my head, I didn't even feel the need to stop to catch my breath. Maybe because I had
