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Chapter 4 - Catch Me As I Fall
Patina wallowed for hours. Her spirit was broken, the floodgates of her grief opened, drowning the last spec of optimism she had, and if she were honest, she was tired of fighting. "So much for my new life." She moaned scrapping the dirt with her fingers.
"Patina!" an elderly voice shouted. She ignored it not having enough strength to move her head. She felt a hand touching her shoulder so she looked towards the figure. Her head shot up seeing her Grandmother standing there in all her glory. Angelic, her grandmother adorned a white tunic with a pink cardigan, her hair was in curls, and resembled the snapshots of her youth. She felt stunned. "Hello dear, I know you've been struggling. Myself, and your grandfather have been watching, but I can promise you that things will get better but you need to keep going." she started crying again as she held onto her grandmother's hands as she regained the use of her legs. Her grandmother freed one of her hands to stroke Patina's cheek.
She hugged her grandmother holding onto her for dear life. Part of feared that she had truly gone insane, and that her grandmother was merely a manifestation of her lunacy. However, this theory fell flat when her grandmother placed a golden locket into her hand. She looked at it stroking the edges. Emotion ebbed its way into her eyes as the pain, and despair was replaced by love, tranquillity with a sense of hope. It was the locket she had been found with when her grandparents had first taken her in. "I love you my darling, never forget." her grandmother spoke before fading back into the surroundings. Patina waved at her before putting the locket around her neck. Her strength was renewed now. She was determined to make Eric pay, not just for her sake but on behalf of every woman he's hurt or crossed before her.
Patina trekked up from the campsite. If her memory served her right then there should be a road nearby. She licked her lips as she found a short wooden fence. She climbed over it trying to avoid the wire poking out of it. The road was vast with a few pine cones, and plant debris littering it. She walked a couple of more miles before she found a car, and proceeded to hotwire it. "Desperate times and all." she thought as she kick-started the engine. She stepped on the pedal roaring out of there with only one objective in mind.
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